“My main concern is that there is a balance in the system and that some art-based hip-hop can get out to the masses, ’cause right now people are not responding to what they don’t know.”

And the blunts and liquor killing our lungs and liver. The asthmatic drug-addict, I function with it

You heard about, through word of mouth, Big Bird is out, he’s in the house. He’s turnin’ up, with Snuffleup, They’re really gettin’ their hustle up.

Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation; When patience was a virtue…but I wasn’t used to waitin.

The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken, It’s all contractual and about money makin’.

They stick together like Velcro, There Grover go, there’s Elmo. And Cookie Monster there, look he likes To take selfies with his cell phone. They got a homegirl named Abby, Her last name is Cadabby,

I like my chosen companions to be distinguishable from the undulating masses and I don’t care how.

The masses of the people of Africa are crying for unity.

To realize that all of the last hundred years of economic progress was actually a shell game to create billionaires, while the great masses of people saw their standard of living eroded and destroyed.

It is proof of a base and low mind for one to wish to think with the masses or majority, merely because the majority is the majority.

Learn from the masses, and then teach them.

Besides the progress of industry and technique, we see a growing discontent among the masses; we see, besides the expansion (“expansion,”, Fr.) of instruction, distrust and hatred expanding among nations (“s’étendre la méfiance et la haine entre,” Fr.).

It is the contact with great masses of people who are seeking fir the moment only well-being and not salvation that weakens and devalues the indigenous population.