Peace before everything, God before anything,
Love before anything, real before everything,
Home before any place, shoot before anything,
Style and state radiate, Love Power slay the hate.

Mos Def, “Priority,” The Ecstatic, 2009

We got it on lock like Barack got the nomination

Masta Ace, “Pass the Mic,” from Masta Ace & Edo G’s Arts and Entertainment, 2009

When I was born, my mama’s pussy had the new car smell.

Royce Da 5’9", “New Money,” Street Hop, 2009

Y’all really think Ms. Shakur, or Ms. Wallace,
Or Ms. Mizell from out in Hollis
Wouldn’t exchange the love and fame
Attached to their loved ones’ names
Just to have ‘em still alive in their arms?

Posdnuos, “Rewind DJ, ” from Eslam Jawaad’s The Mammoth Tusk, 2009

Ain’t no tellin’ what I’d do for a dollar…
I’m not your father, but guess what I’mma do to ya mama.

Sean P, “Murder,” from DJ JS-1’s No Sellout, 2009

I never cared, I was careless,
Fear bein afraid or maybe I’m afraid to be fearless.
Or fear bein’ fearless but fearful,
So even in my carelessness…gotta be careful.

Joe Budden, “Adrenaline,” Padded Room, 2009

What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?

Jadakiss, “What If,” The Last Kiss, 2009

How many rappers in the game have “little” in front of their name?
Lil’ Wayne, Lil’ Boosie it’s a lil’ shame
Lil’ Flip, Lil’ Cease, yo they not the same
Lil’ Wyte, Lil’ Mama, where Lil’ Zane?
Little Brother, Lil’ Jon, and Lil’ Fame
Real hip hop, not about your lil’ chain
Lil’ Keke, Lil’ Kim a lil’ freaky
Lil’ Fizz, Illegal with Lil’ Maliky
Lil’ Mo, Lil’ Bow Wow had beef with Lil’ Romeo
A lil’ teenager told me so…

Edo G., “Little Young,” Arts & Entertainment, 2009

We all in the game, just different levels…
Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.

Jadakiss, “Big Dog Status,” The Champ Is Here, Pt. 2, 2009

You would think I would recycle by the way I found my last chick…cause all she wants is paper or plastic.

Consequence, “Whatever U Want (G.O.O.D. Remix)”, 2009

Some people learn from mistakes and don’t repeat them,
Others try to block the memories and just delete them.
But I keep ‘em as a reminder they’re not killing me,
And I thank God for teaching me humility.
Son, remember when you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you like em to be.
Cause even when the world is falling on top of me,
Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy.
Knowing what’s wrong doesn’t imply that you right,
And it’s another when you suffer to apply it in life.
But I’m no rookie…
And I’m never gonna make the same mistake twice, pussy.

Immortal Technique, “Mistakes,” The 3rd World, 2009

Ain’t no tellin’ what I’d do for a dollar…
I’m not your father, but guess what I’mma do to ya mama.

Sean P, “Murder,” from DJ JS-1’s No Sellout, 2009. R.I.P!

Wrote this lyric from in the bed wit’ a chick
She had the tightest grip around the head of my…
…Bic. Now, can I get my pen back?

MF Doom, “Batty-Boys,” Born Like This, 2009. More quotes from MF Doom…

This is for my bitches in the shelters that don’t need shelter, you just doin’ that shit for a crib.
And all my bad little bitches, when your baby father hits you, stick a ice cold knife in his ribs.
And all my bitches pimp the system, get your WIC, tell your workers, “Fuck that,” you gon’ have more kids.
And you ain’t have ‘em cause you need ’em, but now you gotta feed em, so you figure that your ass gon’ strip.

Panchi, “Stretch Marks and Cigarette Burns,” from Blaq Poet’s The Blaqprint, 2009

And as for the critics, tell me I don’t get it.
Everybody can tell you how to do it, they never did it.

Jay-Z, “Already Home,” The Blueprint 3, 2009

My days getting shorter, my nights getting longer,
My cell getting smaller, my son getting taller.
I exercise my mind, my body getting stronger,
But my blood getting colder, heart getting harder.
My chances for appeal getting slimmer,
My skin getting brighter, my hair getting thinner.
See, when you stressed out, you could age fast in here,
I done seen weak niggas not last a year.
So before lights out, I write my kids every night,
Kiss the stamp on the kite,
And say a prayer…I hope it lands safe in these flights,
I pray they sleep safe through the night.
Try to teach my son right, give him some jewels,
But it’s hard to raise my boy from this visiting room.
Many cells turned to prisoner’s tombs,
I just pray I don’t die in here,
And last night I almost cried a tear.

Beanie Sigel, “Have Mercy,” from Raekwon’s Only Built 4 Cuban Linx… Pt. II, 2009

It seem like everybody dress tight now,
And I just want my credit.

Kanye West, “Gifted,” from N.A.S.A.’s The Spirit of Apollo, 2009