Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky, And ask myself: was I meant to be here...why?

Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation / My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse, My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse. I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk, Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk.

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to the Romans while Jesus slept?

When you love what you do, more than likely everything is gonna just come out decent.

Anything worth having is hard to keep, I love you like my coffee, so hot and so sweet. So, let's stick it out so we never regret it, I could forgive the past-but I never forget it.

Things change. Nothing ever stays the same, yo. You ain't never gonna stay 25 or 30 or 40. You always gonna change. Every day you change.

Super-cali-fragalistic-expiali-docious, Docious-ali-expi-fragalistic-cali-super. Cancun...catch me in the room, eatin' grouper.

Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer Rocked that 'Black and Yellow' before Wiz Khalifa It's a killer bee color scheme

It was magic, I felt the bond between us. She was a jelly to my peanuts, Mars to Venus, The Earth to my sun, moon and stars, We added up mathematically... It's like I had a bad habit, B!

Yo, you 14-carat gold slum computer wizard, Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards!

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

John F. Kennedy responded, as he often did when at his best, skillfully mixing dollops of wit with, self-deprecation, and the principle of not-really-going-near-the-question.

True peace required the presence of justice, not just the absence of conflict.

I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.Because it's my mother.Smelling.On my porch.

I told you when we mated that I would gladly give you my heart, my life, and my love, but that when I did so they came with one condition. Never abuse me. Love is not abuse."--Maxis

You're never going to see me playing a buffoon.

No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.

If you wish to be good, first believe that you are bad.

Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'

Last night I was struggling with a stomach ache, but [the trainer] gave me some medicine, an IV and I felt good out there today.