I rock the mic like Ike rocked Tina. Lyrical hurricane, call me Ka - Trina. Cream of the crop, no wheat, Farina. I'm a warrior but not the princess, Xena.

Only roll with lyrical pro's, spit lyrical prose like physical blows. Not one intermission with these verbal devices, eager to subject your mind to these vices. No Miami.

One can be content and not be complacent.

I'm free to build but I'm not confined to a lodge

One of the greatest things you'll ever do for yourself is not care about the opinions of others.

Work work work work work....It just makes me so happy!