I Guess Entertainment Means Blatantly Lyin'

I Lay Puzzle As I Backtrack To Earlier Times, Nothing's Equivalent To The New York State Of Mind

When I Try To Sound Like The Contemporary Sound, It Never Turns Out That Way. That's Just Me.

I Don't Get Jealousy, I Don't Get How People Hate Each Other - I Never Did.

I Set It Off With My Own Rhyme / Cause I'm As Ill As A Convict Who Kills For Phone Time

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat. I Go With The Rhythm Of It And The Words Start To Come To My Mind And Those Words Could Be Based On Things That's Been On My Mind For The Past Year, The Past Month, The Past Week, Whatever; I Write It.