Best 1010 quotes in «rap quotes» category

At this point I feel like I could go out and accomplish anything. I'd just love to see Will Smith's face if he found out I, Z-Braff, have the number one rap album in the country. That'd show that no-talent uncle tom.

A wise man sees failure as progress. A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic, And loses his soul in the process.

Ayo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep

Back in the day, if someone said that hip hop and rap was a fad, that was a joke to me because they just didn't know what they were talking about. In reality, there were so many people who didn't know what they were talking about it.

Beef is best served like steak: Well done, get a gun in ya face.

Back when I was younger, Very ambitious, but often blinded by my hunger. Some say I dream too big, And my dream gon' take me under.

Bass! How low can you go? Death row...what a brother know. Once again, back is the incredible, The rhyme animal, the uncannable "D!" Public Enemy Number One. Five-O said, "Freeze!" and I got numb. Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun.

Before I was not in the television cameras every 5 minutes, I wasn't as visible, but this year I plan on being more visible to ensure that Virgin Rap Division does not lose. Although I am a very low key person, I am competitive, and with every ounce of my spirit, I will ensure that this label is taken seriously.

Before rap came along, I was, actually, actively in the streets; getting in trouble, doing the wrong thing.

Be grateful for blessings, Don't ever change, keep your essence. The power is in the people and politics we address.

Breathe in...inhale vapors from bright stars that shine, Breathe out...weed smoke retrace the skyline.

Being known as a writer did change the relationships I had with directors. The rap on actors is that they always want to inflate their parts. But when directors know you write screenplays and have a different view of things, you really get invited into the huddle in a much fuller way. And those collaborations end in friendships.

Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical, Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal. Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em.

Bullets ain't racial, kid...they only hate you.

Burnin marijuana pon di corner, It keep me calmer, It mek me smarter. Burnin pon di highway, its the highest grade, gettin into my head.

Burn a Bush cause for peace he no push no button. Killing over oil and grease, no weapons of destruction, How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one?

Burn, Hollywood, burn, I smell a riot goin' on, First they're guilty, now they're gone!

...But until then, I'ma shine to the last sin, Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again.

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind.

Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.

Call me the rap assassinator / rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger

City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection...red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors...fresh peaches, no pit.

Cause I want to be on 106 and Park pushing a benz

Beef is not what Jay said to Nas; Beef is when the working folks can't find jobs.

Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.

Cloned chickens walking around without heads, The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it. Population control, make the babies sick, All these RFID chips, RU-486... This is a war against consciousness, Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship. And we are on the front lines, Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime.

Consider me the entity within the industry without a history of spitting the epitome of stupidity.

Commentating, illustrating, description giving, adjective expert, analyzing, surmising musical myth seeking people of the universe, this is yours.

Consciousness rap - a term that I don't think exactly exists but gets thrown around a lot - is not exactly popular.

Comin' from the school of hard knocks, Some perpetrate...they drink Clorox. Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox.

Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice

...Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere. They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed, Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough. A cop come and said 'You'll never sell your guns now.' I said 'It doesn't matter, you'll sell them anyhow. You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee; Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city!'

Couldn't you see me and you stretched out in a bikini on the beach in Tahiti? See, me, I'm very selective even though I could be greedy; My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti.

Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients Youngbloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation.

Could hate a person, but in fact it's not worth it. Never know how long you've got on this earth, kid.

Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation; When patience was a virtue...but I wasn't used to waitin.

Couldn't afford a car so he named his daughter Alexis

Dallas Mavericks want me as a bald-headed 5' 8" guard with a 95" vertical. Vince Carter respect my legs, ask Shawn Kemp.

Damn it feels good to see people up on it.

Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vials, With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile. Used to walk with a swagger, now you simply stagger From one spot on, to the next spot on, to the next spot on, to the next.

"Dark Fantasy" was my long, backhanded apology. You know how people give a backhanded compliment? It was a backhanded apology. It was like, all these raps, all these sonic acrobatics. I was like: "Let me show you guys what I can do, and please accept me back. You want to have me on your shelves.

Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good, Tell the homies I'm in heaven, and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.

Don't get offended, there's no need for insecurity, Age is but a number, it's all about maturity.

Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do, when they reminisce over you, my God.

Don't clock anybody, let them all clock you, Don't be down with anybody, let them all be down with you. Stay self-managed, self-kept, self-taught, Be your own man; don't be borrowed, don't be bought.

Don't Ever fix your lips like collagen And say something when you gon' end up apologing

Don't sell yourself to fall in love, With those things you do.

Don't ask for a cig' - I'm so self-centered, I won't even share this cancer.

Driving by my ambitions, desire higher positions, to see eternally and my mission, to be more than just a rap musician.

Don't you like when the winter's gone, And all of a sudden it starts gettin' warm? The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh, And the sun and sky be lookin' their best.