Sometimes I Trip On How Happy We

I Keep My Enemies Close/ I Give 'em Enough Rope/ They Put Themselves In The Air/ I Just Kick Away The Chair.

My Brands Are An Extension Of Me. They're Close To Me. It's Not Like Running Gm, Where There's No Emotional Attachment.

On The Night He Died - He Was Twenty-seven - Basquiat Had Been Planning To See A Run-dmc Show. When People Asked Him What His Art Was About, He'd Hit Them With The Same Three Words: "royalty, Heroism, And The Streets.

New York Has A Thousand Universes In It That Don't Always Connect But We Do All Walk The Same Streets, Hear The Same Sirens, Ride The Same Subways, See The Same Headlines In The Post, Read The Same Writings On The Walls. That Shared Landscape Gets Inside Of All Of Us And, In Some Small Way, Unites Us, Makes Us Think We Know Each Other Even When We Don't.

If Skills Sold Truth Be Told I'd Probably Be Lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I Want To Rhyme Like Common Sense (but I Did Five Mil) I Ain't Been Rhyming Like Common Since.