I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan, and I shouldn't have to run from a black man.

The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.

Learn your past, find your path.

Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Pharoahe Monch is like an eloquent linguistics professor moonlighting as a rhyme serial killer terrorist, challenging the listeners' I.Q. while daring him or her to keep up.

Lust is weak desire. A woman without a good head on her shoulders is nothing but a piece of meat.

You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue.