It's ninety-six degrees in the shade... Before I catch blood on my blade.

Do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris Kringle. Come and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angels. Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand That Santa Claus is a black man.

I'm not sayin I'm a pothead, cause I'm not. I'm just sayin that I smoke a lot.

Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.

I've been college, but to be truthfully frank, weed is knowledge because it makes me think

Y'all mythological niggas is comical, The astronomical is comin' thru like tha flu bombin' you... And embalmin' in your crew, too. With the musical, mystical, magical, you know how I do.