I Guess Entertainment Means Blatantly

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.

All I Need Is One Mic One Beat, One Stage One Ni%$a Frontin' My Face On The Front Page Only If I Had One Gun, One Girl And One Crib One God To Show Me How To Do Things His Son Did.

My Earliest Memories Of Rap Music Was Mixed With My Earliest Memories Of Reggae Music. They Were Big Sounds Around The Way, Heavy Bass Lines, Strong Messages, Definitely.

Vocabulary Spills I'm Ill.

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