I Got 99 Problems But Mitt Ain't

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.

[t]he Truth Is You Don't Need Some External Demon To Take Control Of You To Turn You Into A Raging, Money-obsessed Sociopath, You Only Need To Let Loose The Demons You Already Have Inside Of You.

And Now We're Lethal, Infected With D'evils

Got Some, Dirt On My Shoulder, Could You Brush It Off For Me?

You Could Name Practically Any Problem In The Hood And There'd Be A Rap Song For You.