A lot of fairy tales are thinly disguised hostility raps against parents. Kids know that they can't make it on their own, that if they were left alone, they would die.
As kids we used to laughWho knew that life would move this fast? Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass? And look, tell me you ain't did it, you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business.
I'm not complicated at all. I say raps that your two-year-old son can learn.
If you're crying under fire, then you wasn't built for war. If a pimp took your girl, then your girl was never yours.
No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed.
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game, Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame. Take this music dead serious while others entertain. I see they makin' they paper so I guess I can't complain. . . or can I? I feel they disrespectin' the whole thang. Them hooks like sellin' dope to black folks, And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin' right, My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it.
It's all about the work. Nothing is going to fall into your lap. If you want to be a lawyer, see yourself as a lawyer, go to the library and start learning the law. If you want to be a rapper, start rapping and get out there. Live your life as if you already are where you want to be.
The art of cartooning is vulgarity. The only reason for cartooning to exist is to be on the edge. If you only take apart what they allow you to take apart, you're Disney. Cartooning is a low-class, for-the-public art, just like graffiti art and rap music. Vulgar but believable, that's the line I kept walking.
I ain't thinking of tomorrow, tomorrow thinks of me like a garcia, bulk of money on tha counter, I told her, baby I see you as my cashier
Me and Frosted went to get a drink. But she ordered somethin' bugged, and I ain't know what to think. She ordered potassium, calcium, Carbohydrate, scotch with sodium. She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch. . . I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth.
I got to keep it tight like seams, Cause ain't no fiends Comin' in between me and my dreams, See what I mean, black?
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money, I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny.
Violence is a part of America. I don't want to single out rap music. Let's be honest. America's the most violent country in the history of the world, that's just the way it is. We're all affected by it.
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket, Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
My mic is a Magnum. See me and this chick, we go back like Cro-Magnon. Man. . . we did it in the back of your Magnum; I said, 'Put them Lifestyles back, give me the Magnums. '
You can't take the heat, get ya ass out the kitchen Matter fact, take ya ass back in there and wash the dishes.
Run DMC brought us out of that underground-only feel. They brought rap above ground and made it respectable as an art form to mainstream music.
I'm a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity, Just hope the Big Man show me some courtesy
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
I stand up for other people, I'm very protective of people around me. If I feel like somebody is getting a bad rap or being unfairly picked on, I will stand up for them, absolutely.