"You settle for a pebble, not a stone like a rebel.
KRS-ONE is the holder of a boulder, money-folder.
You want a fresh style, let me show you"

-'South Bronx'
Boogie Down Productions

*drum fill*

Now way back in the days when hip hop began
With Coke Larock, Kool Herc and then Bam
B-boys ran to the latest jam
But when it got shot up they went home and said, "Damn!
There's got to be a better way to hear our music every day
B-boys gettin' blown away but comin' outside anyway"
They tried again outside in Cedar Park
Power from the streetlight made the place dark
But yo they didn't care, they turned it out
I know a few understand what I'm talkin about
Remember, Bronx River rollin' thick
With Kool DJ Red Alert and Chuck Chillout on the mix
When Afrika Islam was rockin the jams
And on the other side of town was a kid named Flash

"Freeze!
and get up off ya knees"

-'Dr Bombay'
Del Tha Funkee Homosapian

Let us begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not a lame in fact I'm kinda rational
When I be asking you who is more dramatical
This one or that one
The white one or the black one
Punks step up and I jump up to attack one
KRS-ONE is just the guy to lead a crew
RIGHT UP TO YOUR FACE AND DISS YOU!

(rough translation) BDP, My Philosophy (1988)

namepeace said:

Highlighted are the correct verses. I grew up on this song and I love it as much as you do.

One Love

one2three said:

I am glad to stand corrected.

"My momma throw me out, I called my sister a ho
Now my house is abandoned my bed is the floor
I couldn't eat I couldnt sleep I couldnt take it no more
saw my teacher Missy Lane at the grocery store
I waited by her car she asked why aren't you in school
I put my gun against her head and said get in you old fool
She offered her keys
cried and said please
she promised not to tell and give me A's and B's
I said I want your money, grub and all I can sell
I looked in to her eyes and she was scared as HELL
I knew she was a snitch i beat her down with my gun
Got happy with the trigga now I'm on the run
An Assassin!"

Geto Boys were the fucking king of gansta rap I don't care what anyone say.

The end of the second verse of Assassins is classic too:

"I drove up to her corner and gave her a grin
Asked, how much? , she said, 20, I said, bet, she got in
I drove her to a spot that was quiet and dark
Yo yo, turned out the lights and found a place to park
Now I knew the girl was ready, she started gettin sweaty
But all was in my head was ’kill the bitch like freddy’
I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete
She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti
A maniac
I stabbed a girl in the tits
And to stop her nerves from jumpin I just cut her to bits
An Assassin!"

[L-Boogie (Lauryn Hill)]
"We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects
Replace the last name with the X
The man's got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures
Take orders from only God
Only war when it's Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings"

Fugees - Rumble in the Jungle