I Set It Off With My Own

True In The Game, As Long As Blood Is Blue In My Veins I Pour My Heineken Brew To My Deceased Crew On Memory Lane

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.

Vocabulary Spills I'm Ill.

I Pledge Allegiance To The Fair And Balanced Truth. Not The Biased Truth, Not The Liest Truth, But The Highest Truth.

There's Always Going To Be Space For Battle In Hip Hop. For Competition. It's Just An Inseparable Part Of The Game.