Pass the bone, kid pass the bone, Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones

I throw raps that attacks like the Japs at Pearl Harbor

She was superfly, Curtis may have feeled her ass

Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.

We haven't been on the same page in years. It is what it is. Sometimes that match burns out. So, no, I don't feel bad about it. It's good. I'm grateful for everything we have done throughout our careers and if there's nothing else to put out, then there's nothing to put out. I'm constantly writing and working. It doesn't stop there.

When I was trekking across Brooklyn, looking for MC battles - and there were plenty of them - I never dreamed I'd be at this podium.

Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual...

I got mouths to feed, Unnecessary beef is more cows to breed.

I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused.

Hip-Hop is my vehicle to scientific and universal enlightenment

So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front, Cause it's the niggaz who front, they be pulling stunts!