You Don't Get Another Chance, Life Is

My Thing Is This; If I'm Sick Enough To Think It, Then I'm Sick Enough To Say It.

It's Just Hard When You've Spent So Much Time On Something, Writing And Recording, Laying The Vocals, Getting The Hook Right, Getting The Beat Right, Making Everything Sound Right - You Spent A Freaking Week Trying To Make It Sound Perfect, And Someone Comes Along And Shoots It Down.

Ain't Nothin' But A Whole Lot Of Suckin' Goin' On In Rap.

Try To Strip Me Of My Credibility And Make Me Look Fake, G You Only Gonna Be In For A Rude Awakening.

Don't Let Them Tell You Ain't Beautiful