I Broke Into Shakespeare's Tomb And Stole

Anything That's Really Good, Everybody Wants To Put Their Hands On. The Multimedia Puts Their Hands On It And Everything Happens That Makes It Global. Then People Forget The Roots Of It And People Forget Why They Care About It, And Then It Gets Torn Apart And Turns So Commercial That You Don't Even Know What The Essence Of This Art Form Is Even About.

Sunlight And Seeing Something That Was A Thought Become A Thing And Materialize - That Makes Me Come Alive.

My Skin Is An Art Gallery Right, With Paintings And Crucifixes Hoping To Save Me From All The Dangers In The Music Business

Vocabulary Spills I'm Ill.

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.