It’s not a contest, and I ain’t on no conquest for no mate.
Now who is the king of these lewd, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics; who could inherit the title, to put the youth in hysterics; using his music as spirit.
I need to keep working on myself for a while.
I just can’t sit back and wallow, In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I’ll be one tough act to follow.
Soul’s escaping through this hole that is gaping.
The album requires a certain focus of mine that I can’t really explain – let’s just say it’s all I can really do while I’m doing it.
I’ve been running a lot, taking care of myself.
People can try to reinvent themselves. I don’t think you can really change who you are, though, because who you are is pretty much where you came from and what you’ve done up to now.
Yeah, I did see where the people dissing me were coming from. But, it’s like, anything that happened in the past between black and white, I can’t really speak on it, because I wasn’t there. I don’t feel like me being born the color I am makes me any less of a person.
It feels good to have your work respected again.
I ain’t looking back only forward.
But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind.
I don’t think that anything anyone has to say should ever be censored or unheard.
I truly believe I may be getting too big for my own good.
I always felt that if I was going to do a movie, I wanted it to be authentic.
Honestly, I never really put the mic down.
I feel like a spoilt rapper. I get to pick and choose everything.
Touring is hard on the body.
I’ve accomplished enough with the music that I haven’t had to go out there and do other things to over-saturate.
That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it.