Best 1010 quotes in «rap quotes» category

Meetings get a bad rap, and deservedly so - most are disorganized and distracted. But they can be a critical tool for getting your team on the same page.

Mix me with violence, blend me with peace, Combine me with hate, and I can't face defeat.

Money is important in the rap industry because you're always rapping to be bigger than the other person - bigger than who you're rapping to. A lot of my music is really, really, really humbled down. I don't have as much money as the average rapper, but I'm still good.

Most rappers these days is actors, And I can't keep watching the same movie.

Murder isn't a crime when you just killing time.

Music just ain't what it used to; We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to.

My brother's been producing rap music and hip-hop for maybe 10 years.

My feet might fail me, my heart might ail me, The synagogues of Satan might accuse or jail me, Strip, crown, nail me, brimstone hail me... They might defeat the flesh but they could never ever kill me. They might feel the music but could never ever feel me.

My earliest memories of rap music was mixed with my earliest memories of reggae music. They were big sounds around the way, heavy bass lines, strong messages, definitely.

My genes tie me to those that despised me.

My life after childhood has two main stories: the story of the hustler and the story of the rapper, and the two overlap as much as they diverge. I was on the streets for more than half of my life from the time I was thirteen years old. People sometimes say that now I'm so far away from that life - now that I've got businesses and Grammys and magazine covers - that I have no right to rap about it. But how distant is the story of your own life ever going to be? The feelings I had during that part of my life were burned into me like a brand. It was life during wartime.

My favorite song is Eminem's 'Rap God.' That joint is just incredible, It's six-and-a-half minutes of him just crushing the whole game. It's so different from what I hear if I listen to the radio.

My life is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead, Run around hustlin...scared of the feds. They said death is eternal sleep, But the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed.

My life is Avatar, your life is Precious.

My limo driver's white, my attorney black... 'Show me some love' like I'm Bernie Mac.

My karma's the comma that puts you inside of a coma, Hyphen, dot, dot, semi-colon, leave you semi-swollen. Question mark, you pregnant? Oh you're not? I love you, period.

My mic is a Magnum. See me and this chick, we go back like Cro-Magnon. Man...we did it in the back of your Magnum; I said, 'Put them Lifestyles back, give me the Magnums.'

My mom, she got taken away from me when I was 14 years old. She is incarcerated. My sister was incarcerated. I was homeless. When my mom went away when I was 14... I was forced to live with my aunt. My aunt, she doesn't like rap music. She thinks rap music is the devil's music. Basically she said, "Yo, if you are going to do music you can't do it in my house.

My radio's loud like a fire alarm: The floor vibrates, the walls cave in, The bass makes my eardrums seem thin. Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back... You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac!

My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there. What's my excuse? Cartoons were the root. Started with Yosemite Sam With the gun in the palm of the hand, What couldn't I demand?

My new shorty got a gymnastic back, '87 emerald green on a classic Jag. She had the cleft palate, I ordered chef's salad; She had the club foot, with that little arm, I couldn't help but laugh...she ordered Chicken Parm.

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

My music is pretty honest. I can't rap on science fiction. Punk is from the street.

My radio, believe me, I like it loud, I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd. Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete.

My struggle and my story is very much so somebody that was just kind of [an] underdog. I didn't have any cosigns, I wasn't even really good at rap, I'm one of those dudes that was never just crazy and amazing, I had to work my f***ing ass off to get good at this stuff.

Nah, I don't really have to spit nothin' too complex, I just rep for my hood, and it sound correct.

Never say never - you don't know what's going to happen in the future.

Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest, Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.

New York City gritty committee pity the fool that act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty.

Niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the C.R.E.A.M.

New York City pretty much reeked of music. Reeked of rap and hip-hop. As for me, growing up in a strict West Indian, Trinidadian household, and a Christian household as well, I had to fight for the right to go and actually be a part of it.

Niggas' rap albums sound like love letters, Pen in my hand, like: damn, fam, I could do much better.

Niggas out here buyin' hoes bags n' shoes, But couldn't buy their kid a new coat for school? Damn.

Nobody's gonna ever like all my music but if your talking about the core hip-hop fans that like hardcore rap, they're still gonna feel some of my stuff cuz I rap hard a lot of the time.

Not that I want to put the entire rap music style down - I just don't like it. And I know somewhere there's gotta be another guy like that. There's gotta be a guy just like that - just like me. There's gotta be somebody, somewhere... Maybe, maybe an assassin type.

No, I can't do rap music...

No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin', gainin'...So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.

No matter what the name, we're all the same pieces in one big chess game.

No question I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed.

Not to sound cynical, but all you ever learn in prison is how to be a better criminal.

Not to sound egotistic, but I've gotten kind of good at it. It's something that came naturally to me, but my rapping is rooted in my writing.

Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted, Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets. Where were you the day hip-hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?

Now I'm not the type that gets upset, Try to disrespect folks just to earn respect. But learn this fact: whether white or black, I can't be conquered in my style of rap. For jealousy and envy are dumb ones' tools, So Ricky says nothing, he keeps his cool. Revenge is not a mission that the Ruler's on, Just forgiveness required for the wrong that's done.

My take on rap is driven by straightforward American southern rock and blues.

Now I've got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta!

Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space.

Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly. Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed. Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but game to me.

Now that Bin Laden dead, can we get our civil liberties back? That George Bush stole with the Patriot Act?

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian, And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

Now who is the king of these lewd, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics; who could inherit the title, to put the youth in hysterics; using his music as spirit