I grew up in Marcy Projects in Brooklyn, and my mom and pop had an extensive record collection, so Michael Jackson and Stevie Wonder and all of those sounds and souls of Motown filled the house.

When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5. It ain't to play games with you, it's to aim at you, probably maim you. If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereens.

And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils

I'm not saying I'm God. But as far as lyrics, I'm God MC.

A wise man told me don't argue with fools. Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who.

Remind yourself. Nobody built like you, you design yourself.

I got 99 Problems but Mitt ain't one.