“Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours. Slaves, from mental death.”

Control what I hold and of course be the boss of myself, no-one else will bring my wealth.

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

There’s no time for conversation dear, moan is all I want to hear.

If you are what you eat then feed me dope.

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,

I don’t remember saying nothing about me crossing over. I did R&B collaborations but I never tried to do no pop stuff.

Take a stand and command to demand what’s grand.

I guess you’re not gonna be happy til’ it’s for real. Four year old kids, doing drive-bys on Big Wheels.

Eat a whole fish except for the tail. Keep food in the fridge so it don’t get stale, And when there’s nothing to eat…I bite my nails.

I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans.

There are desires that we all want to achieve, but remember respect is most greatest to receive.

I won’t say I’m the baddest, or portray that role, But I’m in the top 2, and my father’s gettin’ old.

Pushers don’t pay taxes.

Friday the 13th…I’mma play Jason!

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.

158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin’ on my bed-stuy block