But I still rap like I’m on my Pharoahe Monch grind.
’Til I’m hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old’s rage.
My biggest flops are your greatest hits.
Your red sweater, your black leather. You dress better, I rap better.
The day you put out a hit’s the day Diddy admits that he put the hit out that got Pac killed.
Had to give you a career to destroy it.
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack, realized I forgot to call you back.
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm. Whatever weather, cold or warm.
You’ve got enemies? Good. That means you actually stood up for something in your life.
Thanks cuz your hate is what gave me this strength.
The moment I used my adversity to my advantage, my career exploded.
They can trigger me. But they’ll never figure me out.
I have a weird thing with giraffes, I don’t like their neck.
God gave you them shoes to fit you, so put them on and wear them. Be yourself man, be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don’t let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful.
If I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggots.
Proof had this ability to not only nurture my talent, but to see that diamond in the rough when a million people could be looking at the same thing... and just not see it.
The last time that life kicked me in the ass, I pulled down its pants and put a foot up its ass.
If I could just get over this hump, But I need something to pull me out this dump.
Rap was always a pipe dream for me, but rap was all I had. Because really, what was I going to do with my life? I had a young daughter. Kim and I were always either getting evicted or our house was getting shot up or robbed.
White boy, white boy, you’re a rockstar.
And it’s absurd, how people hang on every word.