Quotes on Rap

We create music to express ourselves and when the world relates, that's a beautiful thing. We're all trading off each other's culture, so no matter what lines you put--country indie rock, rap, we're all somehow gonna find a way to come together.

Niggas hate what they can't understand, fear what they can't conquer

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

Take 7 emcees put em in a line_x000D_ _x000D_ And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme_x000D_ _x000D_ It'll take 7 more before I go for mine_x000D_ _x000D_ And that's 21 emcees ate up at the same time.

Feed me hip-hop and I start tremblin'

Beef is not what Jay said to Nas;_x000D_ _x000D_ Beef is when the working folks can't find jobs.

If I should fall asleep and death takes me away,_x000D_ _x000D_ Don't be surprised son, I wasn't put here to stay.

Went from most hated to the Champion God Flow,_x000D_ _x000D_ I guess that's a feelin' only me and LeBron know.

Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up..._x000D_ _x000D_ Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up.

These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government._x000D_ _x000D_ Don't matter if you Independent, Democrat or Republican,_x000D_ _x000D_ Niggaz politickin' the street, get into beef,_x000D_ _x000D_ Start blastin'...now a new cat is executive chief.

Breathe in...inhale vapors from bright stars that shine,_x000D_ _x000D_ Breathe out...weed smoke retrace the skyline.

Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years,_x000D_ _x000D_ But weak ideas irritate my ears._x000D_ _x000D_ Is this the best that you can make?_x000D_ _x000D_ Cause if not, and you got more...I'll wait.

Rappers act so wild, and love to profile,_x000D_ _x000D_ Frontin' hard, but ain't got no style.

If I wasn't in the rap game,_x000D_ _x000D_ I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game._x000D_ _x000D_ Because the streets is a short stop:_x000D_ _x000D_ Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot.

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek_x000D_ _x000D_ Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet_x000D_ _x000D_ Thundering, shaking the concrete.

Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game

Rather than trying to put an end to Eminem or some other rapper, politicians should think about why they're rapping. It's easier to try to censor some kid who's swearing about poverty than it is to stop the poverty.

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.

I start to think, and then I sink_x000D_ _x000D_ Into the paper like I was ink_x000D_ _x000D_ When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines_x000D_ _x000D_ I escape when I finish the rhyme.

I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl_x000D_ _x000D_ Turnin' this woman's womb into a tomb_x000D_ _x000D_ But she and I agree, a seed we don't need_x000D_ _x000D_ You would've been much more than a mouth to feed_x000D_ _x000D_ But someone I would've fed this information I read_x000D_ _x000D_ To someone my life for you I would've had to leave_x000D_ _x000D_ Instead I led you to death.

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