Act Your Age Don't Pretend To Be

I Don't Kill Soloists Only Kill Squads

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

I Guess Entertainment Means Blatantly Lyin'

I Can't Control What People Think. They Know Who I Am.

Just Do As Much As You Can.