It's been a long time...I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to.

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

We are gods with anuses.

To pronounce French properly you must have within you a deep antipathy, not to say scorn, for some of the most sacred of the Anglo-Saxon prejudices.

It is the way one treats his inferiors more than the way he treats his equals which reveals one’s real character.

The absolute truth is unattainable, your current version of the truth is what you've managed to convince yourself or yet worst, what others have you

I went brunette for a film called Fascination and I loved it.

You live by what you thrill to, and there's the end of it.

I remember going to the theatre when I was little and the lights going down and just getting really scared about what was going to happen up there.

Happiness depends on what happens; joy does not.

I am interested in the movement of my own thoughts and in trying make the poems feel more accurate to experience, including the experience of thinking.

The road to the heart is the ear