I Lay Puzzle As I

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

You Can't Please Everybody. You['d] Be Crazy If You're Trying To. So Take Some Time Out To Do Some Things For Yourself.

My Weapon Of Choice Is My Voice.

When I Write A Story, I Just Wanna Tell You What's In My Head. It Can Come From Real Life And Then Turn Into Fantasy, Stuff Just Rhyming. And Write About What You Know. I Just Like To Tell Stories That Have Not Been Told Or [told] From My Perspective.

Anybody Can Be A Rapper, But Not Anybody Can Be A Classical Artist.