[Lykke Li – Santogold]
I’m armed with pens, and I’ve got my rhymes [bad word]  I’ll write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time

[Kanye West]
Hey eh
I’m known [bad word] my mouth
I will not be accountable for [bad word] out uh
I dunno, I might have said it
I was kinda gone and lightheaded
My jacket kinda fresh bright reded
And as usual, my pants tight-threaded
It seem like everybody dress tight now
And I just want my credit
Don’t get it, twist it, or dread it
I am the king and will not be headed
To the morgue no time soon, brethren
Being broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an Excedrin
That’ll only get my engine revving
While y’all on 10, I’m on 11
I’ma make the news be on at 7
Matter fact, I’m on this very second
I’m in first and y’all in second
And this verse only add to the freshness
Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list
What you think? Way more [bad word] 
I can never be too big for my britches
Y’all [bad word] know who this is
I’m gifted
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas

[Santogold]
You don’t know my mind
Like I said a thousand times
I gotta stay ahead
Know what I’m fighting for
I’ll leave you to your talk
Never seen my kind before
And you’re all so thick-headed
Follow and I know I let it
Part of me won’t let me quit
Won’t let me just not say [bad word] So much is there to be bored with
Can’t be still, I can’t afford it
Try to hold it in but it make me sick
So I spit it out, say the [bad word] with it
I dream it and I build it all
Make a way for when it falls