Don't Speak To Fools, They Scorn The

Some Seek Fame Cause They Need Validation, Some Say Hating Is Confused Admiration.

God Gushed Me Out His Nuts, The Devil Swallowed Me Up And I Burnt A Hole In His Guts

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.

My Earliest Memories Of Rap Music Was Mixed With My Earliest Memories Of Reggae Music. They Were Big Sounds Around The Way, Heavy Bass Lines, Strong Messages, Definitely.

You A Slave To A Page In My Rhyme Book.