Grappig hoe verschillend Kurupt is qua lyrics als je hem bijv. als echte westcoast-rapper hoort:

(The Dogg Pound - Dogg Pound Gangstaz)

What up?
Like that muthafucka, ay blaze it up!
Like that muthafucka
(Don't shoot!)
Verse One: Kurupt
Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphones, all set to unload
So, watch the means, watch the zone
I made it different with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by their peops
Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
To face the prosecuted life or death will cease kiddin
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far I can get, explore to the inner core
It ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't U-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps
And they mentality react so violently to leave MC's breathin silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin me, ain't got no love for no hoes in harmony
It's easy to find MC's to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was Samuel Sneed
I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
Cause all I see, in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G, for L-I-F-E
And all I see, on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin me
Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told Daz don't worry like Keith Murray I'ma strangle
MC's, with the microphone cord
You don't faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desicrate you, I create two
Murderous scenes, can you relate to

... en dan als lid van de groep The Four Horsemen (Canibus, Killah Priest, Rass Kass en Kurupt dus):

( Killah Priest - Inner G feat. The Four Horsemen)

I'm the scripture sculptor, volcanic
Ya ignoramus I'm the future
Volcanic vulture firebird
I fire words catch this cannon
All opponents poetry Leonus
Spartan ya just can't sink me
Shots hell's kitchen tales sinky
Since I was born it's all about Roman
Since the Roman wars I been Caesar
Master sieges master of diseases
Throughout the Legions
Temperatures beyond degrees
Terrifying like Saddam in legions
Ingenious fuck ya
I don't wanna hafta bust ya open
But I think ya looking to closely
And I don't wanna hafta bust ya eyes
Fuck it! Fuck ya eyes! Fuck ya mama!
Fuck the drama! Who needs it?
Who like it? Who bleeds it? Who think it?
Who smoke it? Who drink it?
Motherfucker I'm a start shrinking
Each and everyone of you niggas you just particles
You walk in and get read like articles
Shredding I'm a teach all y'all
How to start poetry beheading
I'm the headless horsemen nigga
Read the prescription
Try it once instantaneous addiction
If you ever wanna see me
H-O-R-S-E-M-E-N nigga

Best grappig.

Ik denk dat Kurupt wel tot de domste MC's die ik ooit heb gehoord gerekend kan worden.

Die verschillende stijlen is mss omdat ie oorspronkelijk van Philadelphia is en dan naar de Westcoast is gegaan.

Wil je dat eens uitleggen? Zijn woordenschat, dat zal wel niet de grootste reden zijn hoop ik.