When I Listen To Great Music, The

And Through Our Travels We Get Separated, Never Forget: In Order To Survive, Got To Learn To Live With Regrets.

Cough Up A Lung Where I'm From Marcy Son, Aint Nothin Nice

I Wrote This [most Kings] Before Mj Died, And His Death Only Proves My Point: When He Was Alive, The King Of Pop, People Were Tireless In Taking Him Down, Accepting As Truth Every Accusation People Made Against Him, Assuming The Worst Until They Drove Him Away. When He Died, Suddenly He Was Beloved Again - People Realized That The Charges Against Him Might Really Have Been Bogus, And That The Skin Lightening Was Really Caused By A Disease, And That His Weirdness Was Part Of His Artistry. But When He Was Alive And On Top, They Couldn't Wait To Bring Him Down.

I Gave You Prophecy On My First Joint, And Y'all Lamed Out Didn't Really Appreciate It, 'til The Second One Came Out

I Use A Lot Of Double Meanings. I Hide 'em Like Easter Eggs.