I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes.

Getting high off life is more than enough, and peer pressure ain't peer pressure when a boy is tough.

Your mouth smells like my jock strap.

For the weak who seek power it'll bring, infallible the power, knowledge is king.

In Manhattan, and its true on some level till this day; its a whole different mentality from the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens, which I didn't know at the time - because you basically just know your neighborhood.

I didn't know at the time that the energy that I was giving off was like a battle Emcee.

The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.