What Starts In Clouded Minds Finishes In

Barack Is At A Level Where He Can't - No Matter How Much He Wants To Or How Much We Want Him To - He's Not Going To Come Take Out Our Garbage, So To Speak. He Can't Be The Garbage Man And The President. He Can't Be The Mayor And The Alderman. He Can't Fill All Those Roles. So I Always Push For Local, Local Activity On The Political Scene.

Making Your Moves, Paying Your Dues, Chasing The Cool.

I Can Strip Down Basic Principles Of Certain Things And Apply It To Everything Else. And That Keeps You Interested, Changing The Art Form, Making It More Avant-garde. Because I Can't Play Any Instruments.

This Nation Was Founded By Rebels And Revolutionaries, And Its Flags Were Carried Across The Battlefields By People Who Were Very, Very Against The Status Quo And Who Questioned And Criticized.

I Was Literally Told For 'the Show Goes On' That I Shouldn't Rap Too Deep. I Shouldn't Be Too Lyrical. It Just Needs To Be Something Easy On The Eyes. Like A Record Company Telling Picasso That We Don't Need These Abstract Interpretations Of Life, Where People Have To Sit Down And Look At It And Break It Down.