I don't want to be considered 'the Latino rapper.
I'm pretty sure people thought I was like a dope rapper. Big Pu
...in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily
I'm mostly concentrating now on continuing to make history in Hip-Hop, making everybody proud of me, I'm not just a rapper now, I'm in history now.
I'm pretty sure people thought I was like a dope rapper. Big
I wanna cover more ground, get a bigger fan base.
The first album was 99 percent hard core to show you I was the best rhymer in the world.
I have to be perfectly honest:You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics.
I don't want to be considered 'the Latino rapper.' Big
Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest,Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.
Battery never dies, the ghetto keeps me wise.
There's no longevity, living off of negativity.
I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery.
I wanna cover more ground, get a bigger fan base. Big Pu
Scholars, street knowledge, Carter kids stuck in the projects.
I'm pretty sure people thought I was like a dope rapper.
Let me do five of those, and then some slower ones for those kids that can't understand what I'm sayin.
When you awaken, your manhood will be taken.
Mark you for death, won't even talk that East or West crap.From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where ya from, it's where's your gat.
I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.
The first thing was to get down to Addie Richardson's henhouse, and that was a goodish way, four or five miles. She found herself wondering if the Lord was going to send her an eagle to fly her those four miles, or send Elijah in his fiery chariot to give her a lift. Blasphemy," she told herself com
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair - the sense that you can never completely put on the page what's in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with your fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You
I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.
Be true, be brave, stand All the rest is darkness.
I don't want to sound like an ad, a public service ad on TV, but the fact is if you can read, you can walk into a job later on. If you don't, then you've got, the Army, Iraq, I don't know, something like that. It's, it's not as bright. So, that's my little commercial for that.
What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?
Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.
Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.
Hug and kiss whoever helped get you - financially, mentally, morally, emotionally - to this day. Parents, mentors, friends, teachers. If you're too uptight to do that, at least do the old handshake thing, but I recommend a hug and a kiss. Don't let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone
Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made
When facts speak, the wise man listens.
I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries. Stephen Kin
He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.
We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.
The most important things to remember about back story are that (a) everyone has a history and (b) most of it isnâ€™t very interesting.
They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.
I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?