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
Now that Bin Laden dead, can we get our civil liberties back?
That George Bush stole with the Patriot Act?
Ras Kass, “Hello Iraq (Bin Laden Post Mortem)”, Endangered Lyricist, Vol 3, 2011
You only get honest expression when I spit in your ear;
That means even when I’m dissing you I’m being sincere.
One Be Lo, “Enecs Eht No Kcab,” S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M., 2005
If wonder if I blasted a little Elvis Presley.
Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me?
I doubt, doubt it, they’ll probably start dancin,
Jumpin on my dick and pissin in they pants and
Wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis
But you know my name, so you never hear no Elvis.
Masta Ace, “Jeep Ass Niguh,” Slaughtahouse, 1993
I’m like Demerol…
No disrespect to the Jacksons, but I kill mics.
Cyhi Da Prynce, “Top of the World,” Royal Flush mixtape, 2011
But some find happiness while others find sorrow,
And what’s here today, may be gone tomorrow.
Guru, “Here Today, Gone Tomorrow,” from Gang Starr’s Step In the Arena, 1991. RIP Keith Elam aka Guru, who passed 1 year ago today.
Peep what I wrote;
You bit so hard, I thought your shit was a quote.
Casual, “That’s How It Is,” Fear Itself, 1994
There’s a whole lot of questions that really need answers
Like: Who the fuck told you that your rhyme style was hot?
You know when Biggie died? Who bust that shot?
Why is Sammy Bull still living, and where the fuck is Pac?
Bumpy Knuckles, “P.A.I.N.E.,” The Konexion, 2003
I’m not a ‘Businessman,’ I’m a Business… man! Let me handle my business, damn!
Jay-Z, “Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix),” from Kanye West’s Late Registration, 2005
‘Yo I’m from Africa’
Boy you’re just a faker.
Name one city: ‘Uhh, Jamaica!’
Wrong! And I think that’s a shame,
An African look with an American name…
King Sun, “Be Black,” Righteous but Ruthless, 1990
Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow…
Aesop Rock, “Fast Cars,” Fast Cars, Danger, Fire & Knives, 2005
If you are not performing fellatio for radio rotation,
What’s the ratio for radio play at your station?
If you’re not paying to play, the record is dead.
Puts a whole new spin on ‘Radio-head’
Pharaohe Monch, “Hitman,” W.A.R. (We Are Renegades), 2011
I don’t wanna dance, baby girl, it’s like my legs is on strike.
Killa Sin, “La Rhumba,” from RZA’s Digital Bullet, 2001
I’d rather be dead than watch wack shit.
Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell ‘em i kicked
Jean Grae, “R.I.P.,” Cake or Death, 2011
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp,
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp,
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll,
Rhyme to destroy anything, toy boy.
On the microphone:
I’m Poppa Large, big shot on the East Coast.
Kool Keith, “Poppa Large,” from Ultramagnetic MC’s Funk Your Head Up, 1992
Let’s pretend we’re both guns, and make this shit erratic:
I’ll be the revolver, you can play the automatic.
Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty.
Each gun is die-able, but only one’s reliable.
You shoot fast, but in the end you jam,
Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam.
MF Grimm, “Crumb Snatchers,” Scars & Memories, 2005
Day in and day out we do the same thing,
Tryina find the joy in our repetition.
Always complainin’ about the routine and the mundane.
But let me stop to remind y’all bout one thing:
Come hell or high water you can count on the sun
Always shinin’ in its untamed glory.
Phonte, “Greater Than the Sun,” from Zo!’s SunStorm, 2010
Ya see I’m Irish, but I’m not a leprechaun.
You wanna fight, then step up and we’ll get it on!
Everlast, “Top ‘O The Morning to Ya,” from House of Pain’s self-titled album, 1992
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out,
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth,
Till the smoke clears out – am I high? Perhaps.
Imma rip this shit, till my bones collapse.
Nate Dogg, “‘Till I Collapse,” from Eminem’s The Eminem Show, 2002, RIP Nate Dogg, in the hip-hop chorus hall of fame, without a doubt. He will be missed.