Best 1010 quotes in «rap quotes» category

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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 every dark night, there is a brighter day.

For every single dark night there is a brighter day.

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

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.

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.

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

Get my kush in California, Get my dro from Arizona

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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 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

God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down

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

Going to radio with a rap record prior to going to the consumer is like having no foreplay with your girlfriend.

Golly, he's just a pest and your worst best friend, Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend.

Good and bad is tricky," she said. "I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is which way you face." (pp. 348-349)

Growing up listening to rap music, you almost feel like you should have haters. That's an important part of being a successful musician. It's a good thing, I guess.

Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.

Got a house on the hill, cost a couple of mill, Juicy J got bank like Uncle Phil.

Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter.

Hackney gets a bit of a bad rap, but it's the only place I've ever lived that felt like a community. I know my neighbours.