A cool & diversified version of a mix tape. The BreakBeat Poets is a thorough and complete summation of Golden Era writers who continue to build the scene of literary and performance poetry.

Some people are so poor, all they have is money.

Everybody's somebody's everything

Depending on the story that you're telling, you can be relatable to everybody or nobody. I try and tell everybody's story.

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme, sometime the lies get millions of views, funerals for little girls is that appealing to you?

Whats better than followers, is actually falling in love

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

Kanye took me from a kid who listened to music to a kid who lived music.

Fame or perceived success - it all comes from groupthink.

Music can kind of make you one-dimensional. People see what's on the surface and what you rap about, and they make their decision on who you are from there.

I'm light skinned, and I used to lean on that because that's something a lot of black people pride themselves on, and it's weird.

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress?

Marriage is this grand madness, and I think if people knew that, they would perhaps take it more seriously.

If someone burgles your house, and you knock them out, are you gonna apologize for knocking them out? No you're not, you're gonna stomp on their head, just like any other normal person would.

There is no risk factor at all, the odds don't matter at all, because the odds of Law of Attraction are 100%.

I'm going to go with Chihuahua, just because I can't think of anything more frightening than a giant Chihuahua.

a church is an interesting place once you get the parson and the people out of it. Real music can get in then, and a real God! Nothing flibertigibbet about religion then.

Who on earth do the Americans suppose their allies are amongst the Arab world? Even Saudi Arabia they seem to regard as nothing more than a resevoir of oil and money.

The artist who uses the least of what is called imagination will be the greatest.

The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret.

GLOUCESTER: I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds, More than the infant that is born to-night: I thank my God for my humility.