Best 1010 quotes in «rap quotes» category

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

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

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 get offended, there's no need for insecurity, Age is but a number, it's all about maturity.

Do you ever think about when you outta here? Record deal and video, outta here!? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover, outta here!?

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

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.

Do some good to the ghetto, Mr. Kris Kringle. Come and stay awhile, kick it with God's Angels. Take and acknowledge my wisdom and understand That Santa Claus is a black man.

Even through the unseen, I know that God watches, From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us.

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

During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams

Dutch in my ear, Olde E in my palm, I Freddy Krueger your face, Michael Myers your moms. You botherin mine? That's when I'm sparkin the nine.

Eat from the Tree of Life and throw away the verbal ham.

Escapist literature gets a bad rap. But I think escape is important for a lot of people in a lot of places.

Everybody's got opinions on the way you're livin', But see, they can't fill your shoes.

Educated: no. Stupid: yes. And when I say "stupid," I mean stupid fresh.

Everybody could write, deejay, rap. Everybody could do it all.

Everybody looking at you crazy, What you gon' do? Lift up your head and keep moving, Or let the paranoia haunt you?

Everybody raps. We rap to make money. We do business. Ain't no other record company out there that sold as many records as we did.

Everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold

Every little boy wanna pick up the mic, And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype. But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike, Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin' Roy to a fight.

Everything will eventually come to an end, So try to savor the moment, cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better, Cause nothin' lasts forever.

Every time the ball drop on New Year's Eve, We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese.

Fifty years ago, teachers said their top discipline problems were talking, chewing gum, making noise, and running in the halls. The current list, by contrast, sounds like a cross between a rap sheet and the seven deadly sins.

Excuse us for the news, You might not be amused; But did you know White comes from Black? No need to be confused.

For all of those who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone.

Food for thought, eat my words with your mind: Emcees are grapes, and grapes are crushed to wine.

For a long period of time, the media covered rap music and hip hop the same way they cover a lot of black people, people of color, you know, the bad news happens to be news. They used to have these little stupid colloquialisms that pop up like, "You know what? No news is bad news!" They trick the masses into thinking that any news is great for you. And I just think that's a piece of crap.

For underground metaphors, you can scrape an inch below the turf. For what it's worth, my style's been developed in the core of the Earth. The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic.

For every dark night, there is a brighter day.

For every single dark night there is a brighter day.

For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth. Try to disrespect, and get your ass played up like a Smurf.

Friday the 13th...I'mma play Jason!

Friends: how many have 'em? How long before they split like atoms? Don't ask me, but what I do stand behind Is someone havin' your back seems hard to find.

Funny how things change when you got a liquor in ya: You're quicker with the tongue, givin' me rhythm now. Block the music and the people out to admire the love, The nerve of us...impervious to the entire club. And like marijuana shotguns, let's blow this joint, It's pointless to stay here, so let me anoint.

Full moons, skunk weed all up in the room; You got the munchies, baby? Ice cold milk and Lorna Doones.

Funny how the love be fake...but I ain't stressin'. Thankful for the love that's genuine...appreciate the blessin'.

Gangsta rap often reaches higher than its ugliest, lowest common denominator, misogyny, violence, materialism and sexual transgression are not its exclusive domain. At its best, this music draws attention to complex dimensions of ghetto life ignored by most Americans. Indeed, gangsta rap's in-your-face style may do more to force America to confront crucial social problems than a million sermons or political speeches.

Gangsta rappers can't fight, so they rap about guns.

Gimme a couple G's for every emcee I knocked to his knees. Verbally useless, 'Oh you got the juice?' I squeeze you juiceless.

Get my kush in California, Get my dro from Arizona

Girl I don't wanna share you We could be together, but you scared to I ain't gonna leave you My people tell me I should And when I blow I hope you know That I could have any girl I choose But as time goes by, baby all I'm gonna want is you

Get burnt like a candle, very hard to handle, Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals.

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse, My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse. I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk, Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk.

Get wreck in the kitchen like she on the Cooking Channel, And then hide the heat in the car door... God damn, she's a mother-to-be, ya hope for twins, Give me a whole tribe! And be as sexy as Janet was on the cover of Vibe.

God damn! Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies, Livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. We try to cry, but still they all die, I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is: they all high.

God gave us music, so we play with our words.

God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain.

God's the seamtress that tailor-fitted my pain yo I got scriptures in my brain I can spit at yo dane straight the good book, look, niggas is shook 50 fear no man, warrior swing swords like conana