My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me.
I didn't have nothin' going for me... school, home... until I found something I loved, which was music, and that changed everything.
I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind.
England? England is in London right?
People at rehab were stealing my hats and pens and notebooks and asking for autographs. I couldn't concentrate on my problem.