I'm sorry, man, but I've got magic. I've got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time - and this includes naps - I'm an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground.

People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.

Usually in a battle sequence when a bomb is going off, you forget you're acting.

The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.

I think the power of the mind is amazing, and we've barely scratched the surface of what it can do.

Shut your evil mucus-hole you truth terrorist. You LOSE every time a mirror implodes from your barbed and gristle image.

I was bangin’ 7 gram rocks and finishing them because that’s how I roll