I Was A Jazz Major In High

Rap Records Don't Make You Feel Good No More. Six Months After Release, It Can't Come Back As A Classic

Respect, My Brother, Nothing But Respect, Man.

That's The Best Way To Feed The Human Mind. That's How Bob Marley Did It. He Never Put It In Your Face. After You Got The Groove, You Were Just Singing The Hooks, Because You Thought It Was Cool.

No Matter How Far You Go, If You Can't Go Back To The Essence, You're Not Sayin' Nothin'. The Essence For Me Is Hip-hop. But The Hip-hop Community I Came Up In Isn't A Loyal Community.

My Father Being A Caribbean Minister, One Day I Stole The Radio. The Radio That I Stole, I Took It To School, Showing Off How Big This Boom Box Was And How Bad I Was At The Time. Once My Father Figured Out Where I Left The Radio, He Then Got His Belt And He Walked Me, He Beat Me All The Way To Where I Had Hid The Radio, And With The Boom Box.