There's Not A Hip-hop Artist

When The Fugees Were Big, We Made A Whole Lot Of Money, And What Happened Was That I Saved My Money And Never Spent It.

You Get Quick Money, It's Beautiful, There's Sunshine, But At The End Of The Day, You Find Out It's All A Masquerade, Baby. It's Not What It Seems.

The Voice Of An Angel, The Heart Of A Lamb, The Spirit Of A Lioness, The Presence Of A Goddess, Love You R.i.p Whitney Houston.

Rap Records Don't Make You Feel Good No More. Six Months After Release, It Can't Come Back As A Classic

I'm From The Church, My Dad Was A Pastor's Kid.