" I'm the L, Won't you pull it 
Straight to the head 
With the speed of a bullet 
Cuttin' jokers off at the meeky-freeky gullet 
Lyrical sedative, keep niggas medative 
Head rushes I give to creative kids and fiends 
Dreams of euphoria, 
Aurora, 
To another galaxy 
Phallic-sy 
Be this microphone, but get lifted 
Lyrically I'm gifted 
Burn on in without the roach clip (it) 
Hinders, mind-bender 
Pleasure sender, 
So frequently your nerve endings belong to me 
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my smoke 
Wack niggas choke 
From the fumes that I emote, 
Or emit shit 
See even I feel the mahogany L 
Natural hallucinogen 
Turning boys to men again 
With estrogen dreams 
Release blues, yellows and greens 
From Brownsville to Queens "


- Lauryn Hill "The Score" Off the Fugees album "The Score"