At One Point, The Old School Club

Street's Disciple, My Raps Are Trifle. I Shoot Slugs From My Brain Just Like A Rifle.

I Don't Kill Soloists Only Kill Squads

You Lose Money Chasing Women, Never Lose Women Chasing Money...

Always Observe, Watch, And Talk To Older People.

My Earliest Memories Of Rap Music Was Mixed With My Earliest Memories Of Reggae Music. They Were Big Sounds Around The Way, Heavy Bass Lines, Strong Messages, Definitely.