So put a quarter in your ass Cuz ya played ya'self.

Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale. Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail. Love to eat shrimps, b….

158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block.

Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours. Slaves, from mental death..

I like to make them wait, then I make them beg. And when I take off my clothes, then I form a third leg..

My name ain't Keith, so could you lease stop Sweatin' me..

When I hit the skins they all say, 'Damn Kane... You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign!'.

I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans..

I guess you're not gonna be happy til' it's for real. Four year old kids, doing drive-bys on Big Wheels..

I get physical, mystical, very artistical... Giving party people something funky to listen to..

I relieve rappers just like Tylenol.

When you teach her that hoe mentality, they accept that as reality..