A thin line between the haters and the ones who love us.
A thinner line from the freedom and the foul judges,
In the streets where the snake niggas hold grudges.

Tragedy Khadafi, “Calm Down,” Thug Matrix II, 2006. More from The Intelligent Hoodlum…

Cats be talkin’, “Bobby I ain’t feelin’ ya.”
But I bet if I was peelin’ your cap back with a two-shot Dillinger
Hot lead released from my cylinder,
You’d be talkin’ ‘bout, “Bobby I’m feelin’ ya!”

RZA, “W.W.T. (Worldwide Thugs),” 2001

…But until then, I’ma shine to the last sin,
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again.

Tragedy Khadafi, “T.O.N.Y. (Top of New York)”, from CNN’s The War Report, 1997

See, my Mom chose dope, my Pop chose the pipe.
So I rhyme like a triple beam balance in life.

Tragedy Khadafi a.k.a. The Intelligent Hoodlum, “Permanently Scarred,” Against All Odds, 1997