You Know The Type: Loud As A

Stop Screamin', You Know The Demon Said It's Best To Die, And Even If Jehovah Witness, Bet He'll Never Testify, D'evils.

If I Don't Show The World Growth, How Are We Going To Grow?

I'm Gonna Fight, And I'm Gonna Make Something Out Of Nothing. That's Pretty Much The American Dream. So, For Me, The Realization That I Could Speak To People Like That Came First On A Small Scale. Then It Just Started Happening. I Started Having This Vibration.

For Me, The Challenge Is Just Making Great Albums, Because Talent - And Writing In General - Is Not Tangible. There's No Expiration Date On It. At The Same Time, You Might Wake Up Tomorrow And Be Unable To Write Music.

On The Night He Died - He Was Twenty-seven - Basquiat Had Been Planning To See A Run-dmc Show. When People Asked Him What His Art Was About, He'd Hit Them With The Same Three Words: "royalty, Heroism, And The Streets.