You can pay for school, but you can't buy class

You not feeling me, fine. It costs you nothing, pay me no mind.

We were kids without fathers, so we found our fathers on wax and on the streets and in history, and in a way, that was a gift. We got to pick and choose the ancestors who would inspire the world we were going to make for ourselves.

You know the type: loud as a motorbike but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight.

Only he without sin can tell me if my means justify my ends.

I grew up in Marcy Projects in Brooklyn, and my mom and pop had an extensive record collection, so Michael Jackson and Stevie Wonder and all of those sounds and souls of Motown filled the house.

I like a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes.