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Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical, Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal. Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em.

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

Bullets ain't racial, kid...they only hate you.

Burnin marijuana pon di corner, It keep me calmer, It mek me smarter. Burnin pon di highway, its the highest grade, gettin into my head.

Burn a Bush cause for peace he no push no button. Killing over oil and grease, no weapons of destruction, How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one?

Burn, Hollywood, burn, I smell a riot goin' on, First they're guilty, now they're gone!

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind.

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

Call me the rap assassinator / rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.

Cause I want to be on 106 and Park pushing a benz

Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.

City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection...red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors...fresh peaches, no pit.

Commentating, illustrating, description giving, adjective expert, analyzing, surmising musical myth seeking people of the universe, this is yours.

Cloned chickens walking around without heads, The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it. Population control, make the babies sick, All these RFID chips, RU-486... This is a war against consciousness, Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship. And we are on the front lines, Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime.

Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice

Consciousness rap - a term that I don't think exactly exists but gets thrown around a lot - is not exactly popular.

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

Comin' from the school of hard knocks, Some perpetrate...they drink Clorox. Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox.

Consider me the entity within the industry without a history of spitting the epitome of stupidity.

...Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere. They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed, Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough. A cop come and said 'You'll never sell your guns now.' I said 'It doesn't matter, you'll sell them anyhow. You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee; Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city!'

Couldn't you see me and you stretched out in a bikini on the beach in Tahiti? See, me, I'm very selective even though I could be greedy; My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti.

Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients Youngbloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation.

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

Couldn't afford a car so he named his daughter Alexis

Damn it feels good to see people up on it.

Dallas Mavericks want me as a bald-headed 5' 8" guard with a 95" vertical. Vince Carter respect my legs, ask Shawn Kemp.

Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials, With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile. Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger From one spot on, to the next spot on, to the next spot on, to the next.

"Dark Fantasy" was my long, backhanded apology. You know how people give a backhanded compliment? It was a backhanded apology. It was like, all these raps, all these sonic acrobatics. I was like: "Let me show you guys what I can do, and please accept me back. You want to have me on your shelves.

Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do, when they reminisce over you, my God.

Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good, Tell the homies I'm in heaven, and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.

Don't clock anybody, let them all clock you, Don't be down with anybody, let them all be down with you. Stay self-managed, self-kept, self-taught, Be your own man; don't be borrowed, don't be bought.

Don't ask for a cig' - I'm so self-centered, I won't even share this cancer.

Don't Ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apologing

Don't get offended, there's no need for insecurity, Age is but a number, it's all about maturity.

Do you ever think about when you outta here? Record deal and video, outta here!? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover, outta here!?

Don't sell yourself to fall in love, With those things you do.

Do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris Kringle. Come and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angels. Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand That Santa Claus is a black man.

Don't you like when the winter's gone, And all of a sudden it starts gettin' warm? The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh, And the sun and sky be lookin' their best.

Educated: no. Stupid: yes. And when I say "stupid," I mean stupid fresh.

Driving by my ambitions, desire higher positions, to see eternally and my mission, to be more than just a rap musician.

During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams

Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm, I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms. You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.

Eat from the Tree of Life and throw away the verbal ham.

Escapist literature gets a bad rap. But I think escape is important for a lot of people in a lot of places.

Everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold

Even through the unseen, I know that God watches, From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us.

Everybody could write, deejay, rap. Everybody could do it all.

Everybody looking at you crazy, What you gon' do? Lift up your head and keep moving, Or let the paranoia haunt you?

Everybody raps. We rap to make money. We do business. Ain't no other record company out there that sold as many records as we did.