Damn, I can’t wait until it get dark,
So I can light these fireworks up at the park,
And celebrate my independence,
It’s the 4th of July, but I ain’t got 10 cents.
Kam, “Holiday Madness,” Neva Again, 1993
I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope,
Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP.
Your insurance is high, but my price is cheap.
Dr. Octagon, “Blue Flowers,” Octagonecologyst, 1996
Last time I failed is when I fell in love with distractions.
Lil B, “Exhibit 6,” Angels Exodus, 2011
Rap is something you do, Hip-hop is something you live.
KRS-One, “Hip-Hop vs. Rap,” B-Side to Sound of Da Police 12", 1993
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars.
We hit the lottery, boy, it’s in ya wallets!
RZA, “Robbery,” featuring Rev. William Burke, 2011
It was you that chose your due,
You built a maze you can’t get through.
I tried to help you all I can,
Now I can’t do nuttin’ for you, man!
Flavor Flav, “Can’t Do Nuttin’ For Ya Man,” from Public Enemy’s Fear of a Black Planet, 1990
This treadmill lifestyle ain’t workin for me…
It’s from ya crib to ya lab to ya job to make a profit,
And at the day’s end you still got nothing accomplished.
Phonte, “Speed,” from Little Brother’s The Listening, 2003
Do you ever think about when you outta here?
Record deal and video, outta here!?
Mercedes Benz and Range Rover, outta here!?
No doubt, BDP is old school, but we ain’t goin’ out!
KRS-One, “Outta Here," Return of the Boom Bap, 1993
On the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal,
When we start the revolution, all they’ll probably do is squeal.
Nas, “One Love,” Illmatic, 1994
Leave it up to me while I be livin’ proof,
To kick the truth to the young black youth.
Inspectah Deck, “C.R.E.A.M.” from Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), 1993
So much anger built inside…
So don’t stop to say ‘Hi,’ muthafucka just die.
Lil’ Dap, “I’m the Man,” from Gang Starr’s Daily Operation, 1992
And from the moment that I saw you, I knew you was trouble,
But I disregarded detour signs,
And did not stop til you was mine.
I guess God was like, ‘Aight, fine.’
Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it in heaps.
Try to give it back, He be like, ‘Nah, that’s yours to keep.’
Mos Def, “Ms. Fat Booty 2,” from Lyricist Lounge 2, 2000
You would think I would recycle by the way I found my last chick…cause all she wants is paper or plastic.
Consequence, “Whatever U Want (G.O.O.D. Remix)”, 2009
Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers,
Wannabe MC’s, but really good triers,
Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored,
A total fraud, this kind of thing I can’t afford!
KRS-One, “Mortal Thought,” Return of the Boom-Bap, 1993
Burn a Bush cause for peace he no push no button.
Killing over oil and grease, no weapons of destruction,
How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one?
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag:
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods,
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignite, through the night,
By the dawn early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe?
RZA, “A Better Tomorrow,” Wu-Tang Forever, 1997
Don’t ask for a cig’ – I’m so self-centered, I won’t even share this cancer.
Joe Budden, “40 Licks,” Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?, 2006