What You Call A Infinite Brawl, Eternal

I Want To Hear The Artist. I Want To Hear Them Give Me Something That I Can Relate To, Other Than The Fact That Everything's About Bragging.

Hip-hop Is Dead Cause America Is Dead Culturally.

I Want You To Know Who I Am: What The Streets Taste Like, Feel Like, Smell Like. What The Cops Talk Like, Walk Like, Think Like. What Crackheads Do - I Wanted You To Smell It, Feel It. It Was Important To Me That I Told The Story That Way Because I Thought That It Wouldn't Be Told If I Didn't Tell It.

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

Some Seek Fame Cause They Need Validation, Some Say Hating Is Confused Admiration.