Failure Is Not An Option, And I

I Want To Sound Like An Instrument. I Want My Voice And My Words To Marry The Beat.

It's Foul What This Money Could Do, Cash Corrupts The Loyal.

I Think A Lot Of Us Know When It's Our Time. No Matter What Profession You're In, You Get A Feeling. If You Worked On It Long Enough, You Know When It's Ready.

I Broke Into Shakespeare's Tomb And Stole His Remains, Grinded The Bones, Smoked It, Then Got In The Game

It's A Thin Line Between Paper And Hate, Friends And Snakes, Nine Millis And Thirty-eights, Hell Or The Pearly Gates...i Was Destined To Come, Predicted, Blame God, He Blew Breath In My Lungs.