I Might Talk About Killing People, But

The Writing Process, The Way I Go About It Is I Do Whatever The Beat Feels Like, Whatever The Beat Is Telling Me To Do. Usually When The Beat Comes On, I Think Of A Hook Or The Subject I Want To Rap About Almost Instantly. Within Four, Eight Bars Of It Playing I'm Just Like, 'oh, Ok. This Is What I Wanna Do'.

Why Is It So Hard For People To Believe That White People Are Poor?! I Wouldn't Say I Lived In A Ghetto, I'd Say I Lived In The 'hood. The Same Friends I Had Back Then Are The Same People On Tour With Me Now.

To The People I Forgot, You Weren't On My Mind For Some Reason And You Probably Don't Deserve Any Thanks Anyway.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

So Many Lives I Touch, So Much Anger.