Why is the world round? Why do the suckas bite? Why do the freaks come out at night? Why they paint Jesus white? I sit and wonder why we breakin hip-hop laws, Doing videos in houses that we know ain't yours.
...So put a gerbil on your Christmas list.
Switchin' speeds like Bruce Lee ridin' up Fuji in a movie.
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to the Romans while Jesus slept?
Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years, But weak ideas irritate my ears. Is this the best that you can make? Cause if not, and you got more...I'll wait.
Real, rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget, Every time I pick up the microphone, I drug it.
My radio's loud like a fire alarm: The floor vibrates, the walls cave in, The bass makes my eardrums seem thin. Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back... You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac!
Wake up: all of that 'crack in the street' talk? It's made up, like 'Jack and the Beanstalk.'
Put your hands where I can see 'em, so they look like 12 PM On the dot, see this Glock? Don't make me give these shells freedom.
Time is real, we can't rewind it... Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did.
Just because no one can understand how you speak, Don't necessarily mean that what you be sayin is deep.
Breathe in...inhale vapors from bright stars that shine, Breathe out...weed smoke retrace the skyline.
You used to be fly, but you crashed your plane.
Life is like a box of chocolates, you fill your body with toxins, And amoxicillin and penicillin to cure your illness. But in realness? These medical companies will get you monthly Prescribing me pills that make me ill, just to comfort me.
I show more blind rage than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage.
Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm, I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms. You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night, Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale, Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel.
Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith, Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face.
Commentating, illustrating, description giving, adjective expert, analyzing, surmising musical myth seeking people of the universe, this is yours.
War's extremely serious and it saddens me.
I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said so.
I make niggas eat dirt and fart dust, Then give you a $80 gift certificate to Pussies "Я" Us.
I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.
People say, 'Grimm, you've been shot like 50. So why don't you just rhyme like 50? Then, you could get the money like 50, Otherwise, before you see success...you'll be 50.'
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: