Lust is weak desire. A woman without a good head on her shoulders is nothing but a piece of meat.

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.

My romantically favorite era is 78, 79 listening to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 4, the live tapes, echo chamber and break beats.

I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.

Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

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

Acts of the devil revealed and reveled, designed to recline the mind to lower level.