Niggas Hate What They Can't Understand, Fear

Realize, How Many Classics I Gave You/perhaps If You Think Back You'll Realize That I Made You

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

Somehow The Rap Game Remind Me Of The Crack Game

Freedom Or Jail Clips Inserted, A Baby's Being Born/ Same Time A Man Is Murdered, The Beginning And End.

Mostly Every Form Of American Music Is Dead. It's Been Dead. R&b Isn't Really Good. You Got A Handful Of Great Guys - Ne-yo, R. Kelly, Usher. You Have A Handful Of Great Female Artists. But For The Most Part The Music World's Changing And Change Is Good. You Have To Make Adjustments If You Want To Survive In That World. You Start To Thinking About Creative Moments - Bliss. When Everything Was All Good. You Realize That In Comparison To The Way Hip-hop Started Off, Where We Should Be At Right Now Is Not There.