I Rap For Listeners, Blunt Heads, Fly

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

I'm Not Talking About Russia In My Music. I've Never Been To Russia. I'm Not Talking About Africa, Switzerland, China. I'm Talking About Me Being American And Growing Up In A Crazy World And Helping To Reflect All Different Sides Of Life.

Mostly Every Form Of American Music Is Dead. It's Been Dead. R&b Isn't Really Good. You Got A Handful Of Great Guys - Ne-yo, R. Kelly, Usher. You Have A Handful Of Great Female Artists. But For The Most Part The Music World's Changing And Change Is Good. You Have To Make Adjustments If You Want To Survive In That World. You Start To Thinking About Creative Moments - Bliss. When Everything Was All Good. You Realize That In Comparison To The Way Hip-hop Started Off, Where We Should Be At Right Now Is Not There.

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

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