I love music.. everything from R&B to Rap to Modern Country.. I still haven't figured out my own personal vibe.. it was sort of Nora Jones then sort of electronic.. then country.. it is very hard to make it in the music industry so we shall see if I ever find the time to finish it!
My game is like a cross between karaoke and rap: crap.
There's two elements to rap: having the thoughts, and then being a great rapper.
I like to make music, I like rap music. Even if I'm white, I support that music. If I want to support it or any other white kid wants to support it more power to them.
Gangsta Rap is dead. I've moved on. And the raps that I'm rappin to my community shouldn't be filled with rage? They shouldn't be filled with same attrocities that they gave me? The media they don't talk about it, so in my raps I have to talk about it, and it seems foreign because there's no one else talking about it.
My raps are a decision, rabble rousing, spiritual, like gospel music. I don't want to dance. We have so many things to deal with, we need to talk straight up and down.
I can't give up. It's a rap thang. And I ain't goin back to the crack game.
I keep it wrapped until i meet the right one 'Cause I ain't Mumford, I ain't trying to have sons
What's the point of rap if you can't be yourself, huh?
The only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins
You niggas so-so like a seamstress.
T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet? In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street But only you saw what took many time to see I dedicate this to you for believing in me.
My life owes me. Like an overdose, I'm slowly Drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide when he dies?
You're living up in Heaven, but I know you're mad as Hell.
Take these words home and think it through; Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
Lyrical lecture, word architecture, Rap director, the best in my sector. Microphone cool chief, releasin the smooth speech... I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf.
I call my brother 'Sun' cause he shine like one.
I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lampin' in a Lexus eatin' beef.
A born terror, a rebel without a pause... Ain't never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly. Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed. Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me.
I know you don't wanna hear my opinion, There come many paths and you must choose one. And if you don't change then the rain soon come. See, you might win some, but you just lost one.
God gave us music, so we play with our words.
MC's they retreat cause they know I can beat 'em, And eat 'em in a battle and the ref won't cheat 'em. I'm the best takin' out all rookies, So forget Oreos...eat Cool J cookies.
Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me... Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief, And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week.
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