I sold my soul to the devil. I'm going to hell. I'm headed to hell. I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame. That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames. Satan'll be in to see me later to see if I'm interested in being partners. Devil worshippin', Satan music.

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind.

At least have the decency in you / To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out / In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left. We all fall down like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win.

Music is my time capsule. Each album reflects what I'm going through or what's going on in my life at that moment.

If that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine, I'm a break that birdie's neck.

I believe people can change, but only for the worse