I Don't Think That Anything Anyone Has

I Had Too Much Nyquil And Vivarin Again. Lost My Stomach All Over The Place.

Hip-hop Is Universal Now, It's All Commercial Now. It's Like A Circle Full Of Circus Clowns Up In The Circuit Now.

I've Got To Formulate A Plot Or End Up In Jail Or Shot, Success Is My Only Option, Failure's Not.

My Skin Is Too Thick And Bullet Proof To Touch Me.

It Feels Good To Have Your Work Respected Again.