I'm Not Really Book-smart.

I Had Too Much Nyquil And Vivarin Again. Lost My Stomach All Over The Place.

England? England Is In London Right?

Inside It Drives Me Crazy, My Insecurities Could Eat Me Alive.

With Every Song, All The Elements Have To Work. First, The Beat Has To Be Great - You Start There. You Start With The Music, And Then The Ideas Follow. Then You Start Thinking Of Rhymes, And Then You Record It, And Sometimes - This Happens To Me A Lot - It Doesn't Come Out As Good As It Did In My Head When I First Wrote It.

I Don't Like To Give The Sob Story: Growing Up In A Single-parent Home, Never Knew My Father, My Mother Never Worked, And When Friends Came Over I'd Hide The Welfare Cheese. Yo, I Failed Ninth Grade Three Times, But I Don't Think It Was Necessarily 'cause I'm Stupid. I Didn't Go To School. I Couldn't Deal.