I'm also not going to explain something just because I said it in a rap. Take what you want from it.

Uh oh, it's beer o'clock, I think I'm sober. How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?

And the blunts and liquor killing our lungs and liver. The asthmatic drug-addict, I function with it

The Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th, The New World Order was born on September 11.

We all seem to stumble, planning our own demise, Getting the big picture, and making it wallet-sized.

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

I am an activist and rapper from Afghanistan, and I use rap to speak out and help end child marriage.

I have no idea about the state of rap. I don't pay attention. I just listen to old music that I have.

The thing with me is, I'm from a rap background so I'm not really a traditional singer in that sense.

Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey, co chocolate thai, vernon style and burn it down

You beefed cause you heard that I was cursing in my raps, 86, still you wanna run and get the straps.

I won't say I'm the baddest, or portray that role, But I'm in the top 2, and my father's gettin' old.

We live in an era where it ain't about dope rhymes. When beef is online, and how big is your co-sign.

Layin niggas so flat, homies think you plankin', Only realize you dead when the corpse start stankin'.

With rap, it's a funny thing. You can say things, and people can take 'em the way they wanna take 'em.

Breathe in...inhale vapors from bright stars that shine, Breathe out...weed smoke retrace the skyline.

And know that every struggle in life is there to teach you a lesson It's times like this that make you

Could hate a person, but in fact it's not worth it. Never know how long you've got on this earth, kid.

Though the meek shall inherit the earth, but don't forget: The poor are the ones who inherit the debt.

Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless, Feels like a midget is hangin from my necklace!

Personally, I don't give a rap for documents; for the truth in my eyes is not in them but in the mind.

Full moons, skunk weed all up in the room; You got the munchies, baby? Ice cold milk and Lorna Doones.

My life owes me. Like an overdose, I'm slowly Drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me

I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown: I was humpin' around and jumpin' around!

I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.

Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a Big Bird. And I know "stealers" and they not from Pittsburgh.

(Chicago is) the only major city in the country where you can easily buy your way out of a murder rap.

I never let the worst things in life get the best of me. So take these testes and, ummm...open sesame.

Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul, And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold.

When I started listening to rap music, I loved the fact that there were stories being told in 16 bars.

You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me: Be too nice, and people take you for a dummy.

We listen to the greats. I'm not going to listen to average rap when I can listen to an Outkast album.

Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation; When patience was a virtue...but I wasn't used to waitin.

Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions, All destructive criticisms that can't improve on perfection.

What if history was changed? slavery reversed Would black ladies see white boys and clinch they purse?

Rap game Julio Franco, Chuck Norris, Texas Ranger/ Ice on my fingers look like I slap-boxed a penguin.

When I hit the skins they all say, 'Damn Kane... You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign!'

I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.

See, you're out your mind tryin' to face tha God. Your rhyme is like an empty prison...a waste of bars.

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns, As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.

I just want to paint that picture of Chicago that everybody's missing, and I just want to rap about it.

I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse: Not only do they say they feel it, but they say it hurts.

It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of the struggle, Doin things that probably get you in trouble.

Take a sip from the cup of death... And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left.

I get high like the clouds Gather every rapper up Bring em to the roof And watch em' fly for the Styles

For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone.

Rap records don't make you feel good no more. Six months after release, it can't come back as a classic

If you asked me to write a rock song or a rap song, I couldn't do it because they're not in my fingers.

A congressman is a pig. The only way to get his snout from the trough is to rap it sharply with a stick.

Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan, swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood spiderman!

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