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To me, hip hop will never be right until female rappers have a stronger voice in it.
If you wanna look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money Aooow...
Up against Goliath, to bring butter home. I'm David on pavement, sling another stone.
These days you can't see who's in cahoots, Cause now the KKK wears three-piece suits.
I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lampin' in a Lexus eatin' beef.
Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal, MC's spit rhymes to uplift their people.
When I met you it was magic... We polar opposites, but attracted like we was magnets.
God works in different ways and it shows... And everybody knows, love comes and goes.
I know about hip-hop culture, whether it's graffiti writing or DJ-ing or being an MC.
Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your back Beware of the serpent.
Mixtape legend, underground kings... Looking for the right way to do the wrong things
Hopefully, we learn to appreciate hip-hop here so that it doesn't go the way of jazz.
The 'king of hip hop' is always the poster child for capitalism, no matter who it is.
My limo driver's white, my attorney black... 'Show me some love' like I'm Bernie Mac.
I love hip-hop; I love Sleigh Bells. I also love classical music and musical theater.
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks Yo sound the bells school is in sucker
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle. I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle.
I'm sautéing emcees with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery.
'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em
Fitzgerald coined the phrase the 'Jazz Age,' and now we're living in the Hip-Hop Age.
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof, To kick the truth to the young black youth.
Life is love, heartache and strain, Yet the strength to overcome it all keeps me sane.
Not to sound cynical, but all you ever learn in prison is how to be a better criminal.
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent, I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
You've been fightin again and, you forgot why Hey kid, walk straight, master your high
Been there, done that Sold crack, got jacked Got shot, came back Jumped on Dre's back!
I make soul music for hip-hop heads. It's music I'd want to sample if I were a rapper.
Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.
I don't like rap music at all. I don't think it's music. It's just a beat and rapping.
I'm the type that'll give any man a chance to come correct before leavin in a ambulance
I have a very family-like connection to hip-hop, which is why it frustrates me so much.
Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale, Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel.
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
I was always taught my do's and don'ts: For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't.
I realize I look very hip hop but I'm really more emo with a definite Brazilian flavor.
But I never get attracted to fans cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam
Burn, Hollywood, burn, I smell a riot goin' on, First they're guilty, now they're gone!
I dabble in hip-hop, but my knowledge is so minimal, it's not even worth talking about.
This is hip-hop. If you've got something you want to rap about, just rap about it, man.
When you talk about rap you have to understand that rap is part of the Hip-Hop culture.
Leaning to the side but you can't speed through; 2 miles an hour so everybody sees you.
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics... And if you need em I got crazy prophylactics.
There's a number of hip-hop artists who are highly talented but politically retrograde.
Everybody's got opinions on the way you're livin', But see, they can't fill your shoes.
Real slow hits from the bong... Make me feel like Cheech, And I'm kickin' it with Chong.
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars. We hit the lottery, boy, it's in ya wallets!
Ayo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep
Never lookin' back or too far in front of me; the present is a gift and I just wanna be.
Yo, you 14-carat gold slum computer wizard, Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards!