You might win some, but you just lost one.

You need to sweat yourself. Don't sweat nobody else.

Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans.

Lil Boat 2' people liked, but it was all rap. Some thought it was too much.

If you've got beef, then eat a porkchop

Ego is my career. Rap music is all ego.

Shakespeare's gone, don't even think about it.

It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at.

You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.

Scooby snack. Jurassic. Plastic. Gas. Booby Trap

I've never been into alternative, hipster rap music.

I'm blacked than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle

I'm a cold winter morning, y'all Summer's Eve.

I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums

Y'all niggas ain't ILL...you're ILLogical.

...So put a gerbil on your Christmas list.

I'll rap as long as people want to hear it.

Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep

I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused.

Am I really just a narcissist, Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?

Screamin' 'Carpe Diem!' until I'm a Dead Poet.

God gave us music, so we play with our words.

I rap about Memphis and what a dangerous spot that is.

Rapping is talking and communicating, and that's always good.

Cause I want to be on 106 and Park pushing a benz

Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' up Fuji in a movie.

I chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar.

The radio is just a stereo like a house ain't a home.

The mind tricks the body, Body thinks the mind is crazy.

I'm from Jerz, the home of: "I could've swore I parked my car right here!"

Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be.

It's ninety-six degrees in the shade... Before I catch blood on my blade.

I'm givin' more flat lines to niggas than loose-leaf.

I call my brother 'Sun' cause he shine like one.

Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a 'frigerator.

We live on the cusp of death Thinking it won't be us

It's hard bein' real in a world that's a fallacy.

All we want in this life is peace, prosperity and a little paper...

This is the industry that wants [music], the rap industry.

My fans will tell you all day that I can rap. That's all I need.

I want to be able to say that a rap career could be ten albums.

When I need bread, I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs.

Ain't no love lost, cause there was never none there.

Rap is rhythm and poetry. Hip-hop is storytelling and poetry as well.

We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us

Beef is best served like steak: Well done, get a gun in ya face.

And when I say it, they get alarmed... 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb.

Don't add an eezy to my name, 'cause it has never been that'

Real dudes move in silence...like a mute drivin a new hybrid.

If imitation is the greatest form of flattery, Punk, don't flatter me.

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