If you ain't using all the talents God provided you with For the betterment of Man, understand, You ain't nothing but a waste.
Whatcha gonna do to this? You may be older than me, but you're new to this. Cause I been out there, queen of MC's, When your man was walkin' round in mocknecks and Lee's. While you were over here perpetratin' a fraud, I was overseas on the charts with Boy George. You're the beginner, Shante's the winner, Havin' other competition for dinner. Sit you on the table with a plate and cup, Say grace...and then eat your ass up.
My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me, The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me, Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me... They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me. They might feel the music but could never ever feel me.
I never boned a honey that I didn't like, I never saw a mile that I couldn't hike. I never had a spliff to make me choke, I never had a pocket that was broke.
Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin', B.I.G. keep creepin', Bullets heat-seekin', Casualties need treatin', Dumb rappers need teachin'.
Damn right I like the life I live, Cause I went from negative to positive.
You and your friends...always together, No time for the B-I-G, so I'm O-U-T. The sex was great, but the headaches I can't take. I think I made a very big mistake.
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing
...The greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th. God bless his soul, rest in peace, kid. It's because of him now at least I know what beef is.
It seems to me like all these people claim to be the victim, Acting like the whole entire world is out to get them. Stand up on your own, And prove that you are grown, Because the life that you save may be your own.
Why is the world round? Why do the suckas bite? Why do the freaks come out at night? Why they paint Jesus white? I sit and wonder why we breakin hip-hop laws, Doing videos in houses that we know ain't yours.
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game, To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain. Said, 'Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut. You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what.' That's one to live by, or either that's one to die to.
Bullets ain't racial, kid...they only hate you.
I came in the door, I said it before I never let the mic magnetize me no more. But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme, I can't hold it back...I'm looking for the line. Taking off my coat, clearing my throat, My rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note.
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney.
Two wrongs don't make it right, but it damn sure makes us even.
I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said so.
The motto goes: Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll. I prefer: Love, Hugs and Hip-Hop Soul.
If I upset you, don't stress. Never forget That God isn't finished with me yet. I feel His hand on my brain... When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do His thang.
Of course I'm funky like fat people having intercourse. Basically, the funk is stuck in your teeth...so get the dental floss.
Even through the unseen, I know that God watches, From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us.
I believe in heaven more than hell, lessons more than jail. In the ghetto, let love prevail with a story to tell. My eyes see the glory, and well, The world waiting for me to yell, "I Have A Dream!"
I'm living three dreams: Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's. Cause we can't get along, no resolution? 'Til we drown all these haters... Rest in peace to Whitney Houston
I have a dream: One day we will get to the promised land. Then the president will be me, The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli...that's it! All wackness is now banned.
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