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Since he broke onto the scene with Roc-A-Fella, most notably as a key producer on Jay-Z’s The Blueprint in 2001, Kanye West has become one of hip-hop’s most influential figures. It's about way more than his beats at this point, though. Mastering the producer-rapper milieu, the G.O.O.D. Music craftsman is now known for dropping signature witty, hard-hitting bars, as well. From establishing his swagger on “Swagga Like Us” to stroking his ego alongside Beyonce, Mr. West certainly goes hard as a muthafucka. As he continues to watch the throne, XXLMag.com decides to celebrate the Louis Vuitton Don with a list of our favorite 50 lines (in no particular order). You know what this is? It’s a celebration, bitches!


I don't know what's better, getting laid or gettin paid/I just know when I'm getting one, the other's getting away —“This Way"


I say fuck the police, thats how I treat em /We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom /We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em /Things we buy to cover up what's inside /Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth /That's why shortys hollering "where the ballas' at?"/Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack /And a white man get paid off of all of that —“All Falls Down”


And this one here, is a heat rocks/Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks/New version of Pete Rock/But for that Benz I get CL love/So I switch my girls around like 3-L-dub —"Selfish"


Good morning, on this day we become legendary, everything we dreamed of/I'm like a fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary/Detroit Red cleaned up —“Good Morning”


I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat/I ordered you jerk, she said "you are what you eat" —“Devil In a New Dress”


I’m so sick like Ne-Yo say/I'm laid back like neo-soul/I holla back at this Creole hoe/She from the N.O., but she never told me N-O, so/ We at the spot to chill, with a Fugee grill/She ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal/Second I walked in, the whole room got still/I don't know how to put this but, I'm kind of a big deal —“Back Like That Remix”


So yeah at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta/Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guice/But with my ego, I can stand there with a Speedo/And still be looked at like a fucking hero —"The Glory"


Trying to be a millionaire/How I use two lifelines/In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died/The doctor said I had blood clots/But I ain’t Jamaican man/Story on MTV and I ain’t trying to make the band/I swear this right here, history in the making man —“Through The Wire”


Man, I swear she fine homes/Why she always lying though/Telling me them diamonds when she know they rhinestones/She got a light skinned friend look like Michael Jackson/Got a dark skinned friend look like Michael Jackson —“Slow Jamz”


I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks/I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex/I feel like this but niggas don't know the stress/I lost the only girl in the world that know me best —“Put On”


I'm arguing like what kind of doctor can we fly in/You know the best medicine go to people that's paid/If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS and all the broke motherfuckers passed away/You telling me if my grandma was in the NBA right now she'd be okay? —“Roses”


I got a dirty mind, I got filthy ways/I'm tryin' to bathe my apes in your milkyways —"E.T."


I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards/I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars/I went to the malls and balled too hard/”Oh my god is that a black card?”/I turned around and replied “Why, yes, but I prefer the term African American express" —“Last Call”


I told God I'd be back in a second, man its so hard not to act reckless —“Can’t Tell Me Nothin’”


I'm tryna right my wrongs but it's funny them same wrongs help me write this song —“Touch The Sky”


The LeBron of rhyme, hard to be humble when you stuntin’ on the jumbotron —Devil In a New Dress


Nicki, what you think?/I got two white Russians but we also need some drinks —“Blazin”


The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it/Ain't nobody fucking with me, I platonic’d it/Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' honor it/These ain't even real clothes homie I’m pajama rich —“Start It Up”


Even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick/I always had a PHD, a pretty huge dick —“Breathe In Breathe Out”


All my people’s that drug dealing just to get by/stack your money till it get sky high/we wasn’t ‘posed make it passed 25/jokes on you we still alive —“We Don’t Care”


I ain’t play the hand I was dealt I changed my cards/I prayed to the sky and changed my stars/went to the mall and balled too hard/Oh my god is that a black card?/I turned around and replied why yes/but I prefer the term African American Express/Brains power and muscle like Dame, Puffy, and Russell/Your boy back on his hustle/you know what I’ve been up to/Killing y’all niggaz on that lyrical shit/Mayonnaise color Benz I push miracle whips —“Last Call”


You don’t see just how loud the crowd is/You don’t see just how fly my style is/I don’t see why I need a stylist/When I shop so much I could speak Italian —“Champion”


Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine/Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme/Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem/Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams/I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed/But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh —“Last Call”


They say he bourgie, he big-headed/Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is? —“Last Call”


I went plat-inum/And I don't rap guns/My diamonds is whiter then Michael Jack-son —“Fly Away”


This is love it or hate it music/But, at least we made it music/And we didn't make it industry/This is gon' be interesting/This'll be the end of me or I'm finna be an entity/Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli/We are not makin' songs no more/We're makin' history —“Get By Remix”


You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts/Motherfucka you a fuck up of free lunch, dawg/Just keep it right thurr like Ching-ay/Yo girl don't like me how long has shee been gay/Spanish girls tell ya "No hable ingle"/And everbody wanna run to me for they sing-lay —“Wack Niggaz”


We're going to mass today, we have to pray/Besides what the pastor say, I have to say/Since Pac passed away/Most you rappers don't even deserve a track from me —“Bring Me Down”


Two words, Chi town, raised me, crazy/So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"—“Two Words”


My attitude is tattooed/That mean it's permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh?/My swagger is Mick Jagger/Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it/Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?/Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master —“Swagga Like Us”


Damn, Ye, it’d be stupid to diss you/Even your superficial raps is super official —"Gone"


Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit/They don’t want Black people to think and drive —"Good Friday"


Won’t sell em no dream, but the inspiration is free —"Gone"


The plan was to drink until the pain over/But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? —"Dark Fantasy"


And what’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach/I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach —“Gorgeous”


I never understood planned parenthood/Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood —“The Joy”


Immature adult/Insecure asshole (what else?)/If u fall on the concrete that's your ass-fault/If u pass on a Kan beat, that yo last fault/Get what you ask for/I swear that your ass slow —“See Me Now”


We broker than Ethiopians just tryna eat at last/Now all the Blacks cookin' up that almost white/Gettin' green/ Make em treat us like we almost White/Almost —"My Way"


Lauryn Hill said her heart was in Zion/I wish her heart still was in rhymin'/Cause who the kids gon' listen to?/I guess me if it isn't you/Last week I paid a visit to the institute/They got the drop out keepin' kids in the school —“Champion”


People ask me shit about Illuminati/First off, fuck that mean?/He loved Jesus when he he he was worse off/Oh I see/When they, think a nigga is, stupid rich, people just start coming up with stupid shit —"Welcome to the World"


This beat deserves Hennessey, a bad bitch, and a bag a weed/The Holy Trinity —"The Joy"


I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven, when I woke up I spent that on a necklace —“Can’t Tell Me Nothin’”


Have you ever had sex with a Pharaoh? Put the pussy in a sarcophagus —“Monster”


Ain't nobody cold as this, do the rap and the track, triple double no assists —“Monster”


And I embody every characteristic of the egotistic/You know, he’s so fucking gifted —“Power”


"With so much personality what do you want from me/I can chill by myself and enjoy the company" —"The Whole City Behind Us"


I thought my Jesus Piece was so harmless/'til I seen a picture of a shorty armless, and here's the conflict/It's in a black person's soul to rock that gold/Spend ya whole life tryna get that ice/On a polo rugby it look so nice/How could somethin' so wrong make me feel so right, right? —“Diamonds From Sierra Leone Remix”


And they DCFS, some of em dyslexic/They favorite 50 Cent song “12 Questions" —"We Don't Care"


They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus/That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes/But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh?/Well let this take away from my spins/Which will probably take away from my ends/Then I hope this take away from my sins/And bring the day that I'm dreaming about/Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out —"Jesus Walks"


Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion/The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missin'/This is more than just my road to redemption/Malcolm X had the whole nation standing at attention/As long as I'm in polos they think they got me/But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me —"Gorgeous"