What You Call A Infinite Brawl, Eternal

All I Need Is One Mic One Beat, One Stage One Ni%$a Frontin' My Face On The Front Page Only If I Had One Gun, One Girl And One Crib One God To Show Me How To Do Things His Son Did.

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.

I Wanted To Say What Wasn't Being Said. I Wanted To Give People A Real Story. I Wanted People To Know People Like Me Exist In The World.

Hip-hop Is Making A Lot Of Noise. It Should Get Some More Spotlight.

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