The chatter and patter of people Are diegetic and fill in the air. The shade and the breeze will protect me And leave me without a faint care. The towering buildings that face me Reflect who I am to my face. From this ledge that I sit I can feel every-thing From my hair To my skin To my lace.
How do you want to be remembered in the rap game? I think people will go “Yo! That nigga can rhyme!” And I’m cool with that. It’s the rap game, man. I wish that they would go “he’s dope and had 8 platinum records” but I don’t and that’s cool. For those that don’t know. Sean P? That motherfucker can rhyme. I’m cool with that because motherfucker, I can rhyme!