Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a 'frigerator.

I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.

Lyrical lecture, word architecture, Rap director, the best in my sector. Microphone cool chief, releasin the smooth speech... I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf.

See, you're out your mind tryin' to face tha God. Your rhyme is like an empty prison...a waste of bars.

I'm the type that'll give any man a chance to come correct before leavin in a ambulance

Puttin rhymes into shape just like Jack LaLanne.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

The more you use your brain, the more brain you will have to use. "—George A. Dorsey, anthropologist

When the Dream Giver asked me to give my Dream to him, I didn't think I could. But I wanted the Dream Giver more than my Dream, so I did.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

To learn that it's easier to be told by others what to think and believe than it is to think for yourself.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done

A book calls for pen, ink, and a writing desk; today the rule is that pen, ink, and a writing desk call for a book.

You embraced what was already on the page, worked with it, massaged it.

Let her see me clearly.

To think what you want to think is to think truth, regardless of appearances.