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I get physical, mystical, very artistical... Giving party people something funky to listen to.
I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners, Cried for my lunch, and sleep for dinner.
Аfter all the beats and rhymes, I felt like everybody around me was rapping and so I was like.
When I'm not longer rapping, I want to open up an ice cream parlor and call myself Scoop Dogg.
You have to come in on a professional level to make it, otherwise you just can't get into rap.
Yes, Yes Yall, You know we talkin it all see how we bringing the street corner to Cargenie hall
I never live alone, I never walk alone. My posse's always ready And they're waitin' in my zone.
Man gave us laws, and God gave us time, It's the art of storytelling and I'm only telling mine.
You ni**az get me sick, wannabe soundin like you know my arithmetic... but we don't sound alike
Rap is really just too conventional. Everybody does the same thing. No one ever pushes the box.
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me.
There are certain fans who want me to rap about the same exact thing, but it's time to grow up.
I don't like people being something that they ain't, and we got a lot of that in rap right now.
I got the wild style, always been a foul child, My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go pow-pow.
I wanna lie to you sometimes...but I can't. I wanna tell you that it's all good...but it ain't.
One thing rap and rock have in common, a lot of it is focused on negativity. I like dark stuff.
The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hip, Smash any splitter or fastball-that'll be it.
And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.
Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor, Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater.
I bet Eazy E is turning over in his grave, to see that some of ya'll done made gangsta rap gay
Don't you know your imperfections is a wonderful blessing, from heaven is where you got it from
I thought of rap I thought of Grand Master Flash and I thought of about what they went through.
The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken, It's all contractual and about money makin'.
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it. Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
It was Saturday night and I was feelin kinda funny, Gold around my neck, pockets full of money.
I love Lady Gaga and I love Katy Perry and R&B and rap music... I love big, American pop music.
I'd rather not live like there isn't a God Then die and find out there really is Think about it
I leave scientists mentally scarred, Triple Extra Large, Wild like rock stars who smash guitars.
Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call 'Earth,' but I call 'Hell's Equator.'
Some songs I rap before the beat even play and I enjoy doing that. I like walking the beat down.
Next thing you know, the hoe starts to ill, She says "I love you, Harold" and your name is Will!
You know that one auntie, you don't wanna be rude, ...But every holiday, nobody eatin' her food.
Trying to make it from the bottom. His sins Feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is.
Life is something you can't borrow and give back; Here today and gone tomorrow...just like that.
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel, Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table.
I'm a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity Just hope the big man show me some courtesy.
I originally got my name after a gun because the way I rap; a gangster gave me the name in 1988.
I keep it wrapped until i meet the right one 'Cause I ain't Mumford, I ain't trying to have sons
There's four sides to every story... If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me.
Went from most hated to the Champion God Flow, I guess that's a feelin' only me and LeBron know.
You owe dough? You ain't give up that cheese? Hey... Sooner or later, you'll Pay, Pal (no eBay).
Food for thought, eat my words with your mind: Emcees are grapes, and grapes are crushed to wine.
I will endanger your species like an ostrich, Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage!
How could you do me like that I took ya family in put some cash in ya pocket made you a man again
Rap music's been around for too long now to be inspirational. The words are, but the music isn't.
Using numerology to count the people I sent to heaven, Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7.
Don't get offended, there's no need for insecurity, Age is but a number, it's all about maturity.
There are many collaborations I'd like to explore. One is to co-write a rap concerto with Eminem.
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up... Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up.
I go to a lot of stand-up comedy. I find more inspiration from observational stuff than from rap.