The five senses are all correlated, the sixth and seventh is how you elevate it.

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

In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.

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

I don't write, I build a rhyme.

Your mouth smells like my jock strap.

Some of the free lunch programs were still goin' on - based on the last leg of the Black Panther Party.