I'm a worldly angel, meaning I've adjusted to the ways of the world, even though I am a child of God. I wouldn't consider myself a Christian rapper, but if we were Christian rappers, we would kill.

It's not that I'm afraid of death, but afraid of the thought of my people laid to rest; They saying there is 6 million ways of death but not even one way to fade the stress.

I will never slide, never fall, never fail.

When you do music, you have no control who comes to your shows.

I'm the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat is hot. Step into my world and your heartbeat stop!

I'm independent. I use my own money. For everything.

If Heaven is up, I'm going. I know I'm right in my heart. This world is not my home. This life will soon be gone, and, one day, I'll spread my wings, as an angel, and fly away.

Cause I bring the heater. Love me cause I'm your leader.

The object is to make beautiful music for people to have forever. Music that stays - not just becomes a ringtone. Longevity.

When it came to music growing up, it wasn't just gospel and R&B. My uncle brought rock 'n' roll to me when I was younger, and I loved it. I was open to all music.

Emotion is the unseen transported on the unseen effecting everything".

Your gender identity is who you are. Sexual identity is who you bounce that off of.

Instead of becoming an engineer like my brother, I moved to New York to be an actor.

Faced with crisis, the man of character falls back on himself. He imposes his own stamp of action, takes responsibility for it, makes it his own.

Fans have a constitutional right to expect success and have high expectations.

I listen only to Bach, Beethoven or Mozart. Life is too short to waste on other composers.

When a person finds themselves predisposed to complaining about how little they are regarded by others, let them reflect how little they have contributed to the happiness of others.

Falling prices through increased production is a wonderful long-run tendency of untrammeled capitalism.

You can almost measure where you are in life by the degree to which you have begun looking back rather than ahead.

No real blood flows in the veins of the knowing subject constructed by Locke, Hume, and Kant, but rather the diluted extract of reason as a mere activity of thought.