Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.

Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true. And if you really loved yourself, then you would try and be you.

Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closing the shop.

I like them brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Haitian Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu nation.

Cuz if I don't say I'm the best, tell me who the hell will.

I instruct you to be the obeyer, A rhythm recipe that you'll savor, Doesn't matter if you're minor or major, Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player, As you inhale like a breath of fresh air

When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue. It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me, But just in case I own more condoms than TLC.

Question: Why is that MC's be wack And major labels wanna sign that crap? A-yo...funk that!

I'm a rapper but I'm a human being.

Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney.

Of so much moon were your hips to me, of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight, of so much burning light like honey in the shade

One cliche attached to bookish people is that they are lonely, but for me books were my way out of being lonely.

A gentleman need not know Latin, but he should at least have forgotten it.

creative people always suffer from depression because we're so super sensitive and special?

I think every artist wants to have that 'Grammy award winner' tag in front of their name.

I think that British girls have a very eclectic and unique style.

Once when Phocion had delivered an opinion which pleased the people, he turned to his friend and said, "Have I not unawares spoken some mischievous thing or other?"

Order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state. As the beams to a house, as the bones to the microcosm of man, so is order to all things.

Family or love or romance, whatever it is, is not restricted to perfect people. If it were, it wouldn't exist. All of that comes out in my work in some way.

I close my eyes and can see men drawing lines in the dust. America pushes through the membrane of mist and smoke, and I'm a small boy again in Bogalusa.