sample: you know what, you what the facts is      The stereotypical, hypocritical   Life in the literal sense but in general   Can't run from the stereotypes & the critics   Just 'cause I'm me, they consider me a misfit   I could see if I was out causeing mischief   But, I'm not, so what's the reason for this shit?   I got my hoody on & it's pitch dark on the way to the store   What I'm gettin' sweated for?   I can't get down witcha stereotypes, uh huh, ya dig?   Cause you can call a cop a pig   An' think that all blondes are dumb    but what does it matter, really?    Whether you believe in this lifestyle or the hereafter   Fearin' ya superior, wrong or right    Do you let misconception run yo life?   Do you add on to the drama & hype?    Do you? And if so stick to ya own 'cause ya not my type...      Stereotypes, they're everywhere   They really ain't fair, most people don't care   Stereotypes, from a glance to a stare   Take a chance don't be scared...   TCQ sample: "(yeah, whoever ya are)"      The life of an MC usually involves several stereotypes   for instance, me;    I chase women, smoke weed, drink a bit, talk shit,   I'm always lit; certain habits I have I'll never quit   My culture is vulgar, I constantly spit   Derogatory ????? I have to admit   I'm stereotypical wit' it and articulate   Played a sucka for a bit then decided to quit   I'm on some next shit now, burnin' stereotypes   Like marijuana in pipes   you care to honor ya stripes