My motto is: the bigger they are, the more politics involved,
And I revolve at a rate to make your occipital skull plate dissolve.
Techniques delve deep, soooo…don’t sleep, ock, I rock phonics
That got you holdin my dick like your name was Lorena Bobbit.

Ras Kass, “Remain Anonymous,” 12", 1994. More Ras Kass quotes.

Make a radio hit: heads criticize it.
Underground classic? Nobody buys it.
So, rap is fucked…
And everything blowing up sounds redundant,
But money talks and bullshit does 9 flat in the 100.

Ras Kass, “Reelishymn,” Soul On Ice, 1996

I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like latitude.

Ras Kass, “Riiiot!” from Chino XL’s Here to Save You All, 1996

You keepin it real, but ain’t got a clue what reality really be;
See, the diameter of your knowledge is the circumference of your activity.

Ras Kass, “Soul On Ice (Remix),” Soul On Ice, 1996

I got 304’s in 310 on Section 8, with multiple 187’s…
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven.

Ras Kass, “3 Card Molly,” from Xzibit’s 40 Days & 40 Nightz, 1998

Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive.
So the day some niggaz come for you, I’m really not surprised.

Xzibit, “Three Card Molly,” 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz, 1999

Layin niggas so flat, homies think you plankin’,
Only realize you dead when the corpse start stankin’.

Ras Kass, “Holes in the Ozone,” F.I.L.A. (Fuck It, Lose It All), 2012

My life is Avatar, your life is Precious.

Ras Kass, “Classical Music,” from REL!G!ON’s REL!GULOUS, 2011

We runnin around in thousand-dollar clown suits,
Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut.

Ras Kass, “Soul On Ice (Remix),” 1996

Now that Bin Laden dead, can we get our civil liberties back?
That George Bush stole with the Patriot Act?

Ras Kass, “Hello Iraq (Bin Laden Post Mortem)”, Endangered Lyricist, Vol 3, 2011

When I die, bury me butt naked and face down in the grass
So I can fuck the world while y’all kiss my ass

Ras Kass, “Bentleys & Bitches,” from Beatminerz Brace 4 Impak, 2001

Ras Kass • “Shine” • 2005

Not to sound cynical, but all you ever learn in prison is how to be a better criminal.

– Ras Kass, “Shine,” 12″, 2005

I dispense dope sentences without a prescription.
Prefixes asphyxiate bitches who flips linguistics,
Representin the West, relevant to relentless sentences.
If renegade rebels resent this wicked syntax,
Revert to revolution Ras reverse, reverberates,
Revolvin with written retalliation, rate repetitious.

Ras Kass, “Etc.,” Soul on Ice, 1996. More from Ras Kass…

My mental’s the bullet, my tongue’s the finger that pull it.

Ras Kass, “Etc.,” Soul on Ice, 1996. More from Ras Kass…

They say the richest 400 Americans make more
Than the other 180 million combined,
And if that sounds fair, then you’re out of your mind.
So fuck a Republican, I’m out on my grind,
Cause being poor, being black, and Latino’s a crime.
That’s why we use the underworld to survive,
And I hate to admit I connive, but I’m alive cause I strive.
Make a dollar out a nickel and dime
I’m a hustler, I’m a hustler…
I could sell pussy to prostitutes, you a customer.

Ras Kass, “Stone Cold Hustler,” from Semi Hendrix’s Breakfast at Banksy’s, 2015. More from Ras Kass…

Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine,
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between.

Ras Kass, “Soul On Ice (Diamond D Remix),” 1996. More from Ras Kass… (via grandgroove)

Want to know my occupation, home location, and means of transportation?
The correct combination unlocked your placenta…
I got a cellular phone with a rubber antenna,
And a 3-story house, drive a 4-door Ac.
Favorite song of all time? Mobb Deep’s ‘Hit It From the Back’

Ras Kass, “Drama,” Soul on Ice, 1996. More from Ras Kass…