'Roc-A-Fella chain, yeah that's my rapper style/Rosary piece, yeah that's my Catholic style/Red and white One's, yeah that's my Kappa style/And I ain't even pledge/Crack my head on the steering wheel and I ain't even dead/If I could go through all that and still be breathing/Bitch bend over, I'm here for a reason'

'Told 'em I finished school, and I started my own business/They say, 'Oh you graduated?'/No, I decided I was finished/ Chasin' y'all dreams and what you've got…

'And I'm a big tipper, I don't even be trippin'. This my first real Rolex, it don't even be tickin'. This my first pair of earings I can can wear in the shower…

'My freshman year I was goin through hell, a problem/Still I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collllllll-ege/My teacher said I'se a loser, I told he…

A political society does not live to conduct foreign policy; it would be more correct to say that it conducts foreign policy in order to live.

I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a man nailed to two pieces of wood.

I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of Phineas.