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The Great White Male is rap's Grand Inquisitor, its idiot questioner, its Alien Other no less than Reds were for McCarthy.

The misconception is that the genre is a breeding ground for negativity; that it is the birthplace of violence and misogynistic attitudes, and the genesis of every kind of unfavorable stereotype imaginable. When, in fact, if looked at through the lens of neutrality and open-mindedness, the virtues of hip hop far outweigh the negative stigma attached to it.

...While many who have debated the image of female sexuality have put "explicit" and "self-objectifying" on one side and "respectable" and "covered-up" on the other, I find this a flawed means of categorization. [...] There is a creative possibility for liberatory explicitness because it may expand the confines of what women are allowed to say and do. We just need to refer to the history of blues music—one full of raunchy, irreverent, and transgressive women artists— for examples. Yet the overwhelming prevalence of the Madonna/whore dichotomy in American culture means that any woman who uses explicit language or images in her creative expression is in danger of being symbolically cast into the role of whore regardless of what liberatory intentions she may have.

What's the Symmetry??? John Doe... Jane Doe... wtf... wtf...

The rhyme pad was a spell book - it summoned asphalt elementals, elder gods, and weeping ancestors, all of whom had your back.

What if there were health food stores on every corner in the hood, instead of liquor stores!?

Whether or not you agreed with the group’s incendiary style, one thing most people will agree on: N.W.A had a deep, trans-formative and lasting effect on hip hop ideology.

A born terror, a rebel without a pause... Ain't never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?

You can be the ugliest man in the world but once you got money, you can have all the women in the world.

Your pussy is a fruit that I wanna juice Your pussy is a fruit that I wanna juice, yeah Put the molly in the booty, girl, we turning up tonight Cos that pussy is a smoothie it know how to do me right.

A flower that grow in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.

A child is born with no state of mind, Blind to the ways of mankind. God is smilin' on you but He's frownin' too, Because only God knows what you'll go through.

A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants.

Age ain't nothing but a number, that's what Chi-Ali said. OK, then why don't you get that through the judge's head?

Ain't no love lost, cause there was never none there.

All my life I've been dealing with my race because of where I grew up [Detroit] and being in the rap game. I'm at a boiling point...Anybody who pulls the race card is getting it right back in their face.

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling... Whatever happened to wildin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catching a good, old-fashioned, passionate ass whoopin'? And getting your shoes, coat and your hat tooken?

All I want is peace and love on this planet. Ain't that how God planned it?

All I'm saying, as a fan, is I'm tired of the same song for 30 years. Can't we change the message a little? You've arrived. You have a black president. Every white guy in a commercial doesn't have to be the idiot and every black guy in a rap song doesn't have to be God's gift to the world.

All rappers predominantly sound the same and want you to think their meanest person in the world, and that they're all gangster and all that. My acting allowed me to be playful and crazy, and it helps me tell stories and all that. I think it's a good time; rap needs that kind of stuff.

A lot of rap songs don't usually have a lot of melody per se.

All right, stop whatcha doin, cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that you're used to.

All we want in this life is peace, prosperity and a little paper...

A lot of the stuff I've accumulated over the last few years of touring I thought was really interesting. Like sounds, sound bites, and beats even, but they weren't good dance beats they weren't ones anyone would want to rap over or anything.

America...Do not touch my TV, my DVD, my stereo, my dual-deck VCR. Do not touch my old school, my new school, my slow jams, my party jams, my happy rap, and you better not touch...My James Brown.

And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death, My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats... Maybe cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death, Really stuck in the scheme of wondering when I'mma rest.

Am I really just a narcissist, Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?

And from the moment that I saw you, I knew you was trouble, But I disregarded detour signs, And did not stop til you was mine. I guess God was like, 'Aight, fine.' Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it in heaps. Try to give it back, He be like, 'Nah, that's yours to keep.'

And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take But please don't cry Just know that I have made these songs for you.

And I... started off dumb, raised by the hoodrats, listen to the radio wishin that i could rap.

And I'm telling you now the frustration The future's facing from the anger in the nation.

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

And my girl actin like a brat So when she call, I don't answer - I just write her back

And through our travels we get separated, never forget: In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets.

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

And to the rest of the world God gave you shoes to fit you So put 'em on and wear 'em Be yourself man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let anyone tell you you ain't beautiful

And when I smiled, 'Bing!' I almost blinded her. She said, 'Great Scot, are you a thief? Seems like you have a mouth full of gold teeth!' Hahahaha, had to find that funny, So I said, 'No child, I work hard for the money. And calling me a thief? Please...don't even try it, Sit down, eat your slice of pizza, and be quiet.'

And when it comes to gettin nookie, I'm not a rookie... I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.

And when we holdin' a Tec, we put a hole in your neck. Equippin' you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect.

...And Sunday's the one day I rest, give thanks, and bless.

And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater, Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails, Oh hell, there he go again.

As long as I'm around the cats in the hip hop scene, they'll throw me a track and I'll write a rap over it.

An MC is somebody who can control the crowd. An MC is a master of ceremonies so not only can you say your rap, you can rock the party.

A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo, Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho...tel, To get a good night's sleep, I'm keeping in step. Now do I come off? Yep.

Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers, Wannabe MC's, but really good triers, Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored, A total fraud, this kind of thing I can't afford!

Around the middle of last year I started listening to a lot of rap, like Nicki Minaj and Drake... They all sing about such opulence, stuff that just didn’t relate to me - or anyone that I knew. I began thinking, “How are we listening to this? It’s completely irrelevant.”

As I turned around to receive my injection, I said, 'Next time I'll use some protection.' If I see another girl and I get an erection... I'm walking in the other direction!

At this point I feel like I could go out and accomplish anything. I'd just love to see Will Smith's face if he found out I, Z-Braff, have the number one rap album in the country. That'd show that no-talent uncle tom.

At 24 I decided that my life is enough for me, and I stopped looking for some other piece to complete it. I also learned how to needlepoint ironic cross-stitches of rap lyrics and gave them to my friends as presents. I’ll let you decide which is the more important revelation.

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.