I could give a fuck about a written rap or repeating lines
As long as when the crowd goes home, they're repeating mine..
And you know what? Nobody would be repeatin yours..
Them shits is wack as fuck... What the fuck would they repeatin' for?!
- Iron Solomon
No ideas original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper
That means your inferior, not major
She ain't comin' home to no flowers or candy
Her man on the couch wit' marijuana and brandy,
And even though he don't beat her,
she got scars on her soul from the way that he treat her
- Rhymefest