I'm sautéing emcees with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery.

My man slangs rocks like up the block, 143RD and Amsterdam by the smoke shop

I'm sautéing emcees with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery.

It's a cold world, better pack your own heat.

Bono? Who the hell is that?

Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear.

I love that hip-hop can still provide jobs for niggas to get money and to put their crew on. I would never say that hip-hop is going down. It's cool, but it needs an adjustment. I think that hip-hop just needs a little fine-tuning.