I always gave my moms and pops the utmost respect. I didn't talk back to my peoples. The way they presented themselves to us, we knew. Don't talk back to moms and pops.

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

I've noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down, but gets weaker when we simply ignore it.

'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

I do like to write nasty songs. It's a useful weapon to have, and it's cathartic as well, because I create art out of anger, something positive out of something negative.

I noticed you tore down Donovan's house." He lifted his gaze until it locked with mine. "He's alive because he left town. His house chose to stay. It paid the price.

There may or may not be atheists in foxholes, but I'm certain there are none in the Ku Klux Klan.

I just usually go with my own taste. If I like something, and it happens to be against the law, well, then I might have a problem.

My idols are all older.

My mom fed us a million balls. Dad took us to tournaments. Couldn't have done it without them. We had a happy tennis family.

I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.

Frustration is out of expectation; expectation is our projection. All kinds of love frustrate unless love is based in meditation.