My hustle’s the play,
That means the hood is a stage.
Been rehearsing for days…

- STS, “The Play,” from Glorification of Gangster soundtrack, 2011

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

I’m like Demerol…
No disrespect to the Jacksons, but I kill mics.

- Cyhi Da Prynce, “Top of the World,” Royal Flush mixtape, 2011

Pass me the scalpel, I’ll make an incision,
I’ll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching…

- MCA, “Make Some Noise,” from Beastie Boys’ Hot Sauce Committee Part Two, 2011

I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse:
Not only do they say they feel it, but they say it hurts.

- Pusha T, “My God,” Fear of God 2: Let Us Pray EP, 2011

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’d rather be dead than watch wack shit.
Color me gone, fill in the dirt, tell ‘em i kicked
10 buckets…

- Jean Grae, “R.I.P.,” Cake or Death, 2011

We was sneakin’ in and it was general admission,
Now we ownin’ the arena and decidin’ who allowed in it.

- Curren$y, “Rooftops,” from Wiz Khalifa’s Rolling Papers, 2011

So let me explain the game,
Break it down a couple of levels like Tetris:
These young uns kill they own blood for a necklace,
Leave ya slumped over the wheel of ya Lexus,
Smoke kush, wake up and eat breakfast…
…what the fuck you expect?

- Pharoahe Monch, “Black Hand Side,” W.A.R. (We Are Renegades), 2011

My rhymes make niggas rebuild like water damage…

- Meyhem Lauren, “Typhoon Rap,” Self-Induced Illness, 2011

You can hear the seven sins
Blowin’ through the ghetto wind…

- Rakim, “In the Ghetto (Wake Up!)” from J. Period’s Wake Up Radio, 2011

They tell me ‘find God’ like I don’t know where He at.
And if He lost, then why we followin’ Him?
Just acknowledge the fact that a Father exists,
And a Devil’s alive…I’m just caught in the mix.

- Fashawn, “Nothin’ for the Radio,” from Higher Learning Vol. 2, 2011

We in the 25th hour,
It’s now or never.
We gotta get it ‘fore it’s gone forever.
In the end, time waits for no man…
What’s your plan?

- REKS, “25th Hour,” Rhythmatic Eternal King Supreme, 2011

It’s a new year, new year, new money, money!

- Rick Ross, “Speedin’ (Remix),” 2008

They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tell me when do we stop it?
Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer burning Korans so that we can defend Islamics?

- Talib Kweli, “Cold Rain,” from the upcoming Gutter Rainbows, 2011