I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke, Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke.

Take 7 emcees put em in a line And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme It'll take 7 more before I go for mine And that's 21 emcees ate up at the same time.

I start to think, and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme.

It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at.

Stay wise and the mind is untouchable.

Teach the youth to speak the truth, show them what peace can do

I'm just an addict, addicted to music Maybe it's a habit...I gotta use it.

Timeless, so age don't count in the booth When your flow stay submerged in the fountain of youth

Thinkin' of a master plan Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand.

So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents

I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT Now it's a daily word

Life is wasted on the living.

GOD in not just in the details, He is the detail.

Language has time as its element

Infusing the cultural war with love, respect and empathy is the responsibility of every one who cares about the health and wellbeing of women, our families and communities, and our democracy.

Free men can easily become enslaved, if they let others do their thinking and talking, instead of using their own heads.

But I really like hosting, I think it's a strength of mine. It allows me to improvise, and I love the spontaneity of that, and I think I'm funny behind the desk when interviewing someone.

How much does the universe weigh, when it fasts for infinity?

Sometimes, when you look back, you can point to a time when your world shifts and heads in another direction. In lace reading this is called the “still point.

In spite of all this noise, customers are still definitely buying in North America, and they're really, really buying internationally.

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.