You can say these masculine thoughts are homosexual cuz they blow heads like that dead clothes designer
All men were created equal
MC's are uneven, ask blind man Steven if he's even seen how the sunset looks
That's somethin' you couldn't feel with a braile book
I'm here to smack your ear drum bombs so hum along
Let's communicate with rhythms (tell em to come along)
You'll get smacked right in the kisser like Jackie Gleason and watch son set it off like light decreasin'

If Woodstock seemed idyllic, the birthplace of a new culture, Altamont swept into the open all the ugly features of the counterculture - "the greed, the hype, the hustle," to quote one observer. At Altamont, the Woodstock generation learned that its fondest hopes, its most ambitious objectives would not be easily met; it would have to confront the darker realities of the age. 

Every good painter paints what he is

Let us begin...
What, where, why or when will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda rational
When I be askin' you who is more dramatical?
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one

People thinkin' MC is shorthand for misconception
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate

Do me a favor. I want you to hit me in the face. Joey I want you to hit me in the face. 
Don't be a little faggot. Come on, hit me. Take your best shot. I'm your older brother, I'm tellin' you somethin'. I want you to hit me with everything you got. I want you to fuckin' lay me out. Harder. You throw a punch like you take it in the ass. Harder. 

I have a competition in me.
I want no one else to succeed.
I hate most people. 
There are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking.
I want to earn enough money that I can get away from everyone.
I see the worst in people.

We can lose a few of em', we got enough of em'
My niggas on the corner, they be dodgin' and duckin' em
Bitches gettin' pulled over end up fuckin' em
For real !!!
And see we got these fake cops
They thought he had a gun, made a mistake cops
I hate cops

Wack rappers bow when they in the presence of the sensei 
The flow is muy caliente
Jaydolf Spittler, rap Hitler, one man militia burnin' niggas live with the scripture
The sound waves shake the dead in they graves
Pro Tools imports the session from the richter
No wonder I'm the victor
If a thousand words is equivalent to a picture, then welcome to the cinema
A shot of wheat grass and an enema 
Who wanna style war with the emperor?

I spit stress on tracks, givin' all y'all hard times
So live, swing through Par 5's with 1 stroke
Catch you on a quiet note, without your platoon
When you sing the same tune....
I keeps the boom like Sonic
My ebonics can't be fucked with
Ass get hit and passed like the bag we just lit

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the Guns of Brixton

A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To see me put your fuckin' ass �lo-o-ow down

Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', cause I'll start placin'
Bets on that you'll be disgracin'
You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time, a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy #1

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored

I wanna�
I wanna
I gotta be adored

Killer of Sheep

My shit blow out filaments and light fixtures
With the right mixture of words used as colors to paint the right picture
Graphic masterpieces, your whole shit is smashed to pieces
Make you look at your man who rhyme and be like, 'you not nasty like he is'
Believe this when you see this and don't fuck with me either cuz you'll be down where my feet is, curled up in the fetus

I'm beyond great
Just put a beat on
Give me the MP, i'll beat all breaks
Don't like me?
So what, I feed off hate
But most likely you're starvin', I eat all day
Plus, bad broads like Beyonce, I skeet on face while y'all beat off to skeet off tapes

Perry, I know what 'exacerbate' means. There is not a word or a sentence or a concept that you can illuminate for me.

I'm 60 years old,�
have a BA in Cultural Anthropology from Columbia University�and married for 25 years.
I have a son in his last years of college who lives at home.
He's a 4.0 with a double major in English Literature and Religion.
Men call me for an infinity of reasons.
Of course, they call to masturbate.
I call it 'Executive Stress Relief'.
It's not sex, it's a cocktail of testosterone, fueled by addiction to pornography, loneliness and the need to hear a woman's voice.
I make twice the money I made in the corporate world.
I work from home, the money transfers into my bank account daily.
I'm Scheherezade : If I don't tell stories that fascinate the Pasha, he will kill me in the morning.

I run whole laps around y'all with my thoughts.
You ain't hold back on yours, nah that's my fault.�
Now picture me fallin', all the way to the bottom and I'm layin' there callin', somebody come help me find my strength to stop drinkin' this poison before I throw out my gift and yeah it's probably unhealthy.
Cause I went so hard and woke up sober.
I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers.
Goin' hard as a locomotive.
Self loathin' like I ain't chosen. Chose to bless souls, get exposed.
Just know that I ain't foldin'.

Ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head.

Uova Al Purgatorio

I was then taken east in a cage. I was taken to Toronto. Then Philadelphia. And then to New York. And each time I arrived at another city, somehow the white men had moved all their people there ahead of me. Each new city contained the same white people as the last and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.

Would you like to know, smart ass? Would you like to know why I can't drive this �kinda car? I'll tell you why. I'm used to luxury cars. Have you ever heard of a luxury car? You know what luxury means? Ever heard of Cadillac? Cadillac Eldorado? That's what I drive. I drive cars that shift themselves.

SAMO as an escape clause

Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper?�
On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to himself:
So far so good..So far so good..So far so good.
How you fall doesn't matter. It's how you land.

The Corova Milk Bar sold milk-plus, milk-plus velloct or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what we were drinking.�This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultraviolence.

Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.�

I come right and exact�
And all those null and voids, they shall be destroyed
So don't be stickin' out your hand because you ain't my fuckin' homeboy

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Them youngins' will trade those hot rocks for your pride

I know you and Frank were planning to disconnect me and I'm afraid that's something I cannot allow to happen.

the moon is not only beautiful
it is so far away
the moon is not only ice cold
it is here to stay

when i lay me down
will you still be around
when they put me six feet underground�
will the big bad beautiful you be around

everyone says they know you
better than you know who
everyone says they own you
more than you do

Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter livin' off land
You goddamn right I fuck fans

The King of what? The King of style!!! I got styles already that's more complex that nobody know about. I mean super duty tough ones.

"Are you an assassin?"

"I'm a soldier."

"You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill."

I'm an addict for sneakers, 20's of buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death