Your mouth smells like my jock strap.

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

In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.

Getting high off life is more than enough, and peer pressure ain't peer pressure when a boy is tough.

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

Evil feeds off a source of apathy, weak in the mind, and of course you have to be. Less than a man, more like a thing, no knowledge you're nothing, knowledge is king.

I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes.