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I Got This Black Chick, She Don't Know How To Act Always Talkin' Out Her Neck, Makin' Her Fingers Snap She Like, "listen Jigga Man, I Don't Care If You Rap You Better - R-e-s-p-e-c-t Me

I Keep My Enemies Close/ I Give 'em Enough Rope/ They Put Themselves In The Air/ I Just Kick Away The Chair.

I Wrote This [most Kings] Before Mj Died, And His Death Only Proves My Point: When He Was Alive, The King Of Pop, People Were Tireless In Taking Him Down, Accepting As Truth Every Accusation People Made Against Him, Assuming The Worst Until They Drove Him Away. When He Died, Suddenly He Was Beloved Again - People Realized That The Charges Against Him Might Really Have Been Bogus, And That The Skin Lightening Was Really Caused By A Disease, And That His Weirdness Was Part Of His Artistry. But When He Was Alive And On Top, They Couldn't Wait To Bring Him Down.

It Was A Very Intense And Stressful Situation. There Was Playing In The Johnny-pump (an Opened Fire Hydrant) And The Ice-cream Man Coming Around And All Of These Games That We'd Play, And Suddenly It Would Turn Just Violent And There Would Be Shootings At 12 In The Afternoon On Any Given Day.

We Create Music To Express Ourselves And When The World Relates, That's A Beautiful Thing. We're All Trading Off Each Other's Culture, So No Matter What Lines You Put--country Indie Rock, Rap, We're All Somehow Gonna Find A Way To Come Together.