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Since hip hop emerged from the South Bronx in the 1970s, it has become an international, multi-billion-dollar phenomenon. It has grown to encompass more than just rap music. Hip hop has created a culture that incorporates ethnicity, art, politics, fashion, technology and urban life.” This debunks the widely accepted argument that the genre is inherently divisive. With so many factors converging to create such an intricate, informative and multi-faceted genre, whose history and impact have bridged barriers between artist and society, it is not too complicated an endeavor to understand that its relevance repudiates its notorious reputation.

Some men are born to be good some born to be bad As for me I only came with just a pen ‘n’ a pad.

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

That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing, except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine; Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs; Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives, so they sit and they cry, at night, wishin they'd die; Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe; We're nothin to you, but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes; That's why we seize the moment; Try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden; And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone; Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs... [Sing for the Moment]

The business of hip hop is probably the most tangible example of the genre’s dramatic maturation.

The dull pulse-like beat started at eleven o’clock at night. It was a new kind of music called ‘rap’. It baffled Ananda even more than disco. He had puzzled and puzzled over why people would want to listen and even move their bodies to an angry, insistent onrush of words – words that rhymed, apparently, but had no echo or afterlife. It was as if they were an extension of the body: never had words sounded so alarmingly physical, and pure physicality lacks empathy, it’s machine-like.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

...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.

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

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

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

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?

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.

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

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 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 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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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'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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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!