Best 1010 quotes in «rap quotes» category

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

...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!'

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

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

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

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.

"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.

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 sell yourself to fall in love, With those things you do.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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 that shines ain't always gonna be gold

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.

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.