“On 139 and Lenox Ave there’s a big park, and if you’re soft don’t go through it when it gets dark”

I got the wild style, always been a foul child, My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go pow-pow.

I’m rollin’ with Satan, not Jesus Christ. I’m the only son of the devil.

Listen Columbo you’re mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show

Some girls barely speak, but always askin’ for a dollar.

I’m known to have a hottie open, I keep the shotty smokin, Front and get half the bones in your body broken.

If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz, And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey. If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass, And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.

I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’

I’m from where the real hustlers pile dough, the home of Rich Rich Porter, Azie, Alpo.

A girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye.

Im known for snatchin’ purses and bombin’ churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose

Cuz phony faggots I froze, it’s a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.

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

Im so ahead of my time my parents havent met yet

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

I know you like the way I am freakin’ it. I talk with slang and I’m never gonna stop speakin’ it.

A hard core life I toast to ex flaw, therefore I live raw and went to war wit the law.

The Holy Scripture is like a diamond: in the dark it is like a piece of glass, but as soon as the light strikes it the water begins to sparkle, and the scintillation of life greets us.

Whatever’s inside making me what I am, it’s like film. Film only works in the dark. Tear it all open and let in the light and you kill it.

Proximity to the crowd, to the majority view, spells the death of creativity. For a soul can create only when alone, and some are chosen for the flowering that takes place in the dark avenues of night.

We are content in the ‘given’ in sensation’s quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

Light can penetrate any amount of darkness but no amount of darkness can penetrate light.

Mathematicians, like cows in the dark, all look alike to me.

Dark and sour humours, especially those which have a spice of malevolence in them, are vastly disagreeable. Such men have no music in their souls.

Strive with all your hearts, raise up your voices and shout, until this dark world be filled with light.