There's Just Some Dysfunctionalism With Artists.

Breathe In...inhale Vapors From Bright Stars That Shine, Breathe Out...weed Smoke Retrace The Skyline.

I'm Blacked Than Midnight On Broadway And Myrtle

Crack Mothers, Crack Babies And Aids Patients Youngbloods Can't Spell, But They Could Rock You In Playstation.

I Have No Confidence Issues With The Impact Or The Quality Of The Music. No One In Hip-hop, Before This Point And To This Point, With All Due Respect, Has Done This.

I Was Taught When There's Somethin' You Can Change Around Keep Quiet, You Got Nothin' To Complain About.