“No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin’, gainin’…So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.”

There’s no time for conversation dear, moan is all I want to hear.

If you are what you eat then feed me dope.

Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale. Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail. Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail,

I don’t remember saying nothing about me crossing over. I did R&B collaborations but I never tried to do no pop stuff.

Take a stand and command to demand what’s grand.

I guess you’re not gonna be happy til’ it’s for real. Four year old kids, doing drive-bys on Big Wheels.

Eat a whole fish except for the tail. Keep food in the fridge so it don’t get stale, And when there’s nothing to eat…I bite my nails.

I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans.

There are desires that we all want to achieve, but remember respect is most greatest to receive.

I won’t say I’m the baddest, or portray that role, But I’m in the top 2, and my father’s gettin’ old.

Pushers don’t pay taxes.

Friday the 13th…I’mma play Jason!

158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin’ on my bed-stuy block

Rappers act so wild, and love to profile, Frontin’ hard, but ain’t got no style.

My name ain’t Keith, so could you lease stop Sweatin’ me.

A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo, Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho…tel, To get a good night’s sleep, I’m keeping in step. Now do I come off? Yep.

It is only the ending of capitalism, colonialism, imperialism and neocolonialism and the attainment of world communism that can provide the conditions under which the RACE question can finally be abolished and eliminated.

Your power ends where your fear begins.

Were a man’s sorrows and disquietudes summed up at the end of his life.

Since it is the practice of enlightenment, that practice has no beginning and since it is enlightenment within the practice, that realization has no end.

The time has come to put an end to the fratricidal war and to recover at last peace and accord.

He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water.

Think positive girl, or the world ends.

Reparations would mean the end of scarfing hot dogs on the Fourth of July while denying the facts of our heritage.