As far as rap, I was more of a Mobb Deep guy rather than a Tribe guy.
I would say I started rapping because my friends were doin it.
No one raps about food like I do. I rap about fine dishes - like, all kinds of things that only real chefs and real foodies are going to know about.
My main influence is Kool G Rap and Cam'ron, pretty much. If you were to mix those two people up, I wish that would be me... This is my voice. I sound like nobody; I sound like me.
City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection...red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors...fresh peaches, no pit.
Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy, Send a message, leave you sleepin' next to headless horsey.
Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget's cough...
My new shorty got a gymnastic back, '87 emerald green on a classic Jag. She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad; She had the club foot, with that little arm, I couldn't help but laugh...she ordered Chicken Parm.
It's an accompaniment to life. It's not something that I do to rap; I smoke when I open my eyes...I don't know any other feeling.