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Niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the C.R.E.A.M.

Niggas' rap albums sound like love letters, Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.

Niggas out here buyin' hoes bags n' shoes, But couldn't buy their kid a new coat for school? Damn.

Nobody's gonna ever like all my music but if your talking about the core hip-hop fans that like hardcore rap, they're still gonna feel some of my stuff cuz I rap hard a lot of the time.

No, I can't do rap music...

No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin', gainin'...So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.

No matter what the name, we're all the same pieces in one big chess game.

No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed.

Not that I want to put the entire rap music style down - I just don't like it. And I know somewhere there's gotta be another guy like that. There's gotta be a guy just like that - just like me. There's gotta be somebody, somewhere... Maybe, maybe an assassin type.

Not to sound cynical, but all you ever learn in prison is how to be a better criminal.

Not to sound egotistic, but I've gotten kind of good at it. It's something that came naturally to me, but my rapping is rooted in my writing.

Nowadays, the game is all bugged out, Phony, like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out.

Nowadays, you gots ta walk the street and watch your back, Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin' how to act.

Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted, Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets. Where were you the day hip-hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?

Now I've got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta!

Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space.

Now I'm not the type that gets upset, Try to disrespect folks just to earn respect. But learn this fact: whether white or black, I can't be conquered in my style of rap. For jealousy and envy are dumb ones' tools, So Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool. Revenge is not a mission that the Ruler's on, Just forgiveness required for the wrong that's done.

Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly. Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed. Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me.

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian, And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

Now who is the king of these lewd, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics; who could inherit the title, to put the youth in hysterics; using his music as spirit

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

Now that Bin Laden dead, can we get our civil liberties back? That George Bush stole with the Patriot Act?

Now what Clan you know with lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben, like we got time to kill.

Of course I'm funky like fat people having intercourse. Basically, the funk is stuck in your teeth...so get the dental floss.

Of course I want dubs and a candy painted 'lac Watch the videos and get the girls in the back But if that's what I believe in, and the reason that I rap Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track

One finger up, and I'm out Cause you ain't even worth two

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--Only this and nothing more.

On a park bench on 12th street, my whole crew's famous, you try bust your gat and keep it rel but you nameless

Once I slapped a rapper with mace, Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait... I actually grew five times my size, grabbed Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him.

Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck, And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.

One step at a time, a man walked on the moon. One record got played, Kool Herc said, 'Boom!'

One of my favorite things that Yahoo does on a regular basis is this story: "Wealthiest Rap Artists." That's an example of the internet just perpetuating this myth that we're all just sitting around in these mansions like Steven Tyler, bopping around in our swimming pool. It's bullshit.

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

Part of my affinity with urban music comes from being on 'Kids Incorporated,' 'cos we used to sit around and listen to Chaka Khan and Prince, and I got influenced by all that. Then gangsta rap got started, and I was infatuated with that - maybe that's why I'm fascinated by guns.

On the square...I'm not riffin' like Andy Griffith, Just fed up, goin' head up, with competition.

Our freedom of speech is freedom or death, We got to fight the powers that be!

On one side you have book burners, Congressional wives and Pat Robertson. On the other side, you have vulgar comedians, foul-mouthed rap groups and Dennis Hopper—all your choices should be so easy.

On the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal, When we start the revolution, all they'll probably do is squeal.

Peace before everything, God before anything, Love before anything, real before everything, Home before any place, shoot before anything, Style and state radiate, Love Power slay the hate.

(Peace!) Piece of what? You can't mean P-E-A-C-E Cause I've seen people on the streets Shoot the next man and turn around and say 'peace.' But that's leaving people in pieces It's not what the meaning of peace is.

People were talking while I was playing, so I got up and left the stage. I've gotten to the point where I'm not really very patient with patrons rapping during the show. And the people were all nice and quiet when I cam back.

People are so confused about race and hip-hop that people didn't even consider the Beastie Boys one of the greatest rap groups of all time because they were white.

People say, 'Grimm, you've been shot like 50. So why don't you just rhyme like 50? Then, you could get the money like 50, Otherwise, before you see success...you'll be 50.'

People are very adamant about maintaining a certain sound or a certain era, like, "There were three years of rap that were great, so let's just keep doing that." The genre itself is just stuck in place. It's been treading water for a while.

People who go out and try to be a rebel at night, Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.

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

Perm in your hair or even a curly weave, Wichya New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve. I tell you come here, you say, 'Meet me half way,' Cause brothers been popping that game all day.

Personally, I just think rap music is the best thing out there, period. If you look at my deck in my car radio, you're always going to find a hip-hop tape; that's all I buy, that's all I live, that's all I listen to, that's all I love.

Picked up the yoga, put down the soda. My healthy mind...that's what's gon' help me over. Life of a stoner (if you still concerned), I never lose, I only win or learn; It's all about your state of mind.

Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with your tough talk? That's like Christopher Reeve doing the crip walk.