Hip-hop don't have no fresh energy, none at all. It's money driven, everybody tryin' to make that cheque, nobody putting art in their albums any more.
Everybody's got opinions on the way you're livin', But see, they can't fill your shoes.
Everyone has an addiction, mine happens to be you.
Whatever floats your boat...or finds your lost remote...
Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender Ain't nothin' better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
It's terrible to get those comments, ... but at the same time, I am not 17 anymore. I have put in my time, and if you want to hear hard-core hip hop or rhyming, go back to the earlier albums. I can't pretend that I am in the same place I was when I was 17, 18 years old.