Used To Ride With Him To Brooklyn,

To Me, It's An Honour To Be Accepted As A Hip Hop Artist, It Gives Me A Lot Of Opportunity To Express Myself.

I'm Out For Presidents To Represent Me (say What?) I'm Out For Dead Presidents To Represent Me.

No Temporary Chaos Is Worth Your Sanity.

It's A Thin Line Between Paper And Hate, Friends And Snakes, Nine Millis And Thirty-eights, Hell Or The Pearly Gates...i Was Destined To Come, Predicted, Blame God, He Blew Breath In My Lungs.

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat.