Yo, you 14-carat gold slum computer wizard, Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards!

Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation / My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse, My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse. I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk, Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk.

Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky, And ask myself: was I meant to be here...why?

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to the Romans while Jesus slept?

When you love what you do, more than likely everything is gonna just come out decent.

Anything worth having is hard to keep, I love you like my coffee, so hot and so sweet. So, let's stick it out so we never regret it, I could forgive the past-but I never forget it.

Things change. Nothing ever stays the same, yo. You ain't never gonna stay 25 or 30 or 40. You always gonna change. Every day you change.

Super-cali-fragalistic-expiali-docious, Docious-ali-expi-fragalistic-cali-super. Cancun...catch me in the room, eatin' grouper.

Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer Rocked that 'Black and Yellow' before Wiz Khalifa It's a killer bee color scheme

It was magic, I felt the bond between us. She was a jelly to my peanuts, Mars to Venus, The Earth to my sun, moon and stars, We added up mathematically... It's like I had a bad habit, B!

We are sure to be losers when we quarrel with ourselves it is civil war.

Concentrate on your job and you will forget your other troubles.

The relationship between father and his daughter - there is no other love like it and there never ever will be. It's beyond unconditional and is the best form of love there is.

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

For me, collecting is sort of a natural extension of being an art dealer, because if you don't want to collect the artist, then you probably shouldn't be representing them.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

The imaginary audience for my life is growing small and silent.

It’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die. ‘Cause I don’t know what’s up there, beyond the sky.

Songwriting is a very mysterious process. It feels like creating something from nothing. It's something I don't feel like I really control.

Human capital will go where it is wanted, and it will stay where it is well treated. It cannot be driven; it can only be attracted.