“I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself, but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind.”

Well Vin says that there’s something behind all this, right? Some evil force of doom or whatever? Well, if I were said force of doom, then I certainly wouldn’t have used my powers to turn the land black. It just lacks flair. Red. Now, that would be an interesting color.

There’s divinity within because we come from the divine, A force that’s not seen, but you feel it every time: When the wind blows, and the world turns, And the rain drops, and the baby cries, And the bird flies, and the ground quake, And the stars gleam.

You can tell how good a filmmaker is if you can turn the sound down but you can still feel the story.

I relieve rappers just like Tylenol

So put a quarter in your ass Cuz ya played ya’self

Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale. Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail. Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail,

No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin’, gainin’…So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.

I have to be perfectly honest: You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics.

…in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily

And when it comes to gettin nookie, I’m not a rookie… I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.

Player haters be givin’ me harsh looks, But I’m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.