You Know The Block Was Ill As

If The Virgin Mary Had An Abortion, I'd Still Be Carried In A Chariot Of Stampeding Horses.

In Hip Hop No One Cares. No One Stands Up For It And It's A Mess. We Need Order So We Can All Follow The Tradition Of Where We Came From. We Need To Keep Referring To The Pioneers.

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.

You A Slave To A Page In My Rhyme Book.

I Expect The Hip-hop Audience To Be Avant Garde. I Want Them To Be Where I'm At Or Beyond Where I'm At.