“Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time.”
“So they finally gave you the license to kill, about time.”
“You give a guy a license tosteal, you've got to expect him to use it.”
“...you've been rooked. You know,you got the dust off. Killed. Murdered. Clipped. It's a rough deal, but you've had some good times, right?”
“I've got mixed feelings about poetry cause done well poetry is fantastic. But not many people are capable of doing it well. I think you should have some kind of license to perform poetry. A poetic license perhaps.”
“The time you've got me running. The time, you've got me tired. Well I've got more for the world than this.And I've got love that I need to give.”