Favorite Rap qoutes

I get drunk and I stumble to the phone

And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone

Oh s#it, tow back, I need to take a piss

Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this

My grandma and your grandma

Sittin by the fire

Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin

J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin

I get drunk and start talkin mo' s#it

And when I got a gun in my hand you better get out

Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be

Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes

Ah , damn I'm drunk

I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk

When I get drunk I might act uncouth

But when I get drunk I always tell the truth

Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh

I make hip-hop fans say yes yes

The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop

Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...

*urrrrrrp* Damn, false alarm

Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm

When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk

Yeah, but only when I'm dr-drunk

J-Ro

Ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce
If you f-ck with an ounce, get the f-ck out the house
Cause it's only squares, when you come in here
 
- Rick Ross

A project minded individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors
 
- Nas

to the extreme i rock a mic like a vandal, light up the stage, i wax a chump like a candle.

- Vanilla Ice

"It bothers me when the Gods get to actin like the Broads"
 
- Drake

I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions

I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions

I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars

I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars

I got family, I got foes, I got an ally

It's the E-man, you got priests and a rabbi

I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin'

I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat

You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice

You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice

It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit

Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it

Everlast

Welcome to the united snakes

Land of the thief, home of the slave

Grand imperial guard where

the dollar is sacred and proud

Let's do this s**t for real, come on now

Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars

Stollen for the cross in the name of God

Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud

Written to the pages of the law, good lord

- Brother Ali

I don't sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death.

"Shove yo' head up yo' @$$ have you seein shit clearly.....Bust a nut up in yo eye so you can see me coming"

-DMX

a superhero in the flesh even at my worst I'm the best for the finish I stretch when they advance me this check could've bought my way to heaven but I blow it on my neck 
 
- Big K.R.I.T.

Ride around town like I never lived in it Gun in my dash, pray I never kill with it, I'm that real with it 
 
- Big K.R.I.T.

"My underground sound vibrates the streets."

-Rakim

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge

Knowledgists, street astrologists

Light up the mic God, knowledge this

Fly joints that carried your points

Corolla Motorola holder

Play it God, he pack over the shoulder

Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise

Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives

Rapel on fakes like reflectors

He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career

We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna

run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo

And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break

Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake

Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing

Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit

It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle

On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials

Especially that, aluminum bat in the act

Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black

The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex

Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts

The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans

Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands

We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem

Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em

Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar

Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

-Iron Man

Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my n-gga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
 
- Drake

Real n-gga by myself, Kevin Hart with it all day
Rather go night-night, n-gga
 
- Fabolous

I got a glock

THEN, POW!, your body is all over the block

Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it

I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit

And blow your head off, just for askin

"Who's the one rappin?"

-Redman

I've never f-cked with your type and I won't begin
And then it's "oh we on this high horse"
But bottom line b!tch ni--a this is my horse 
 
- Nipsey Hussle

Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury

Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry

99.9 Pa Cent of these niccas suck d!ck in the industry

Swords in my back, all for the benjies

I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D

Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate

D!ck riders suply the gas, watch niccas head inflate

Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck

This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set

Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,

Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye

Vessel of the most high, bullsh!t, they demand you supply

but don't get caught the same nicca'll testify

Switch like a b!tch, you not from East New York

Youse a motherf#ckin snitch

-Jeru the Damaja

My objective is to be the best
The climb's been short, I think the stairway is missing steps
Punching threw all targets, I'm evening landing lefts
Feeling like Mayweather with fair weather friends 
 
- Stalley

So now they tryin seperation

And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation

Tappin into our conversation

Saying the message that they give

Bring forth or premeditation

So David's got a silver mag

While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad

David Duke's got a shotgun

So why you get upset cause I got one

A tisket a tasket

A n?&*! got his a§$ kicked

Shot in the face by a cop, close casket

An open and sgut situation

Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation

If you don't dig me, than n?&*! you can sue me

Because the s#!? that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money

Don't blame me blame your man Gotti

So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Scarface

The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim.. And in return the Pilgrim killed em.. They call it Thanksgiving, I call it your holiday hell-day..

-Nas

N-ggas ran the city, they have been exposed

If you real at getting money then it’s really dough

I’m on the phone with a b!tch that say she wanna smoke

Click on the other line, this b!tch say she really broke

- 2 Chainz

"I get money"

-50 Cent.

Album: Got rich and stopped trying

"I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,

"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"

I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black.

My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch.

Cops give a damn about a negro? Pull the trigger, kill a n!gga, he's a hero.

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.

First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers.

Give 'em guns, step back, and watch 'em kill each other.

"It's time to fight back", that's what Huey said.

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead.

I got love for my brother, but we can never go nowhere

unless we share with each other. We gotta start makin' changes.

Learn to see me as a brother 'stead of 2 distant strangers.

And that's how it's supposed to be.

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?

I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

but things changed, and that's the way it is"

-Tupac

YOLO ❤

now this new jack can sit in the old room going for broke

wrangling wild horses with my toes in the rope

holding a smoke, i lay back and enjoy the drag

i may be broke, praise the fact that i employ the flag

burners on frieghts make it hard to watch the road sometimes

looking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signs

soaked in wine, booze smoking wisdom

now i'm the right mood to hold the rhythm

i hold some wholesome women

pick up the old six string and write a song for Folsom prison

but i never shot a man and i never been to Reno

guess i'm better of demanding plans of heading towards Toledo

-Cecil Otter

@ZombieBigfoot said:

Welcome to the united snakes

Land of the thief, home of the slave

Grand imperial guard where

the dollar is sacred and proud

Let's do this s**t for real, come on now

Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars

Stollen for the cross in the name of God

Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud

Written to the pages of the law, good lord

- Brother Ali

Love me some Brother Ali

• "i rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly
• i know it's dumb, that's the f@cking reason i'm doing it
• so why does everyone have a problem with talking stupid sh!t?"

--- Childish Gambino

"All THESE B*TCHES IS MY SONZ"

He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open

He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'

Drinking himself to sleep is his only way of copein'

She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open

It's 4 AM and doing 95, trying to stay awake and make it home alive

--- Everlast, White Trash Beautiful

For future reference, please censor the lyrics you post. I had to edit a few posts just now for several different people. Thanks.

My world it moves so fast today 
The past it seems so far away, 
And life, squeezes so tight that i can't breathe

And every time i've tried to be
What someone else thought of me 
So caught up, i wasnt able to acheive

And deep in my heart 
The answer, it was in me 
And I made up my mind 
To define my own destiny

I look at my environment, 
And wonder where the fire went, 
What happened to everything we used to be?

What ya gonna do

where there ain't no where to hide

when judgment comes for you,

Cause it's gonna come for you

-bone thugs n harmony

Heeeeeeeey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray

Everyday, everyday everyday, everyday

-bone thugs n harmony

Y'all rap about models, I get hounded by them

Not a killa at all, I'm just surrounded by them

Just a real n-gga, straight from my mother's stomach

Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it

- Joe Buddens

@_slim_ said:

Y'all rap about models, I get hounded by them

Not a killa at all, I'm just surrounded by them

Just a real n-gga, straight from my mother's stomach

Ain't enough cloth for all of us to be cut from it

- Joe Buddens

welcome to redemption my friend, You have my blessing to post in my thread again. LOL

I was out to bomb like Vietnam, but in this rhyme, I'm the prime suspect

Handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet

It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top

Wanted they're props and called up the cops

While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin

Trippin cause spray caps is missin and I left without permission

I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had

An easy target cause my tag is on my bookbag

As I was shadowed they musta heard the bag rattle

Tipped the cops off, and ran up, before I popped the top off

Got interrogated bout crews I never heard of

Got my face wrote on, and treated like I did a murder

Heard sermons, on property value and city workshops

Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch

The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha

for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside

(Tame One)

Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live

Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids

wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through

Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do

Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin

Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens

Cause even our birthdays is cursed days

A born thug in the first place, the worst ways

I'd love to see the block in peace

With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast

And only we can change

It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same

Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears

Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years

Passed by his family, but what could I say?

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

And pray for better days

You’re in the presence of a majestic, esoteric

Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected

I can say ghettoest cause I come from where metal spit

Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil’s grip

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Tryna slow down with this pu$$y, I can’t, I love this sh!t

- Nas

If I f$cked her once, I can f$ck her twice

And if I f$ck her twice, I might change her life

Now Yelawolf is only gettin funky

Ask mummy I'm a fool, come and laugh for me

Hit the vein with more soul than a sad junky

The soul cracker sh!t on rappers like bad plumbing

It's overgrown but they couldn't hide my path from me

I'm in a truck you should seen the white trash coming

F-ck a b!tch! I'm trashing hunting

Walking with my hands pointed at her throat like a mad mummy

Lap suckas around the track, mash money

Bank wads and paint jobs could get the cash from me

Treat everybody like a wall to a crash dummy

Jesus! I mean it's a car to the last coming

A cheetah never seen this fast running

Like a dude rap hunting, can't you hear the echo to the brass humming

I want it all, I want the last something

If there's something to be got, I want to get the got and leave the rats nothing

And if the got got got by the last monkey, I'm a gorilla of the vanilla bean, that's hungry

Hungry enough to eat a burrito(?) full of mayo and glass clumsy

When I'm drunk off a glass of brass monkey

Giving up is like giving my Dad money, I'm better off giving up

Because I'll never see back the cash from him

Family values and drags, sonny

When you from Alabama even Grandma looking for that fast money

- Yelawolf

Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off

Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce

While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov

Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off

Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff

Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force

Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin

No need for detonators my s#?& be mind blowin

Blind the sights likes of Imhotep

Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan

Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw

Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong

(Afu-Ra)

@krilling: Before posting lyrics, edit out the profanity in them.

@Static Shock: I've forgot it;) Thanks for the allusion.

It's a number game, but sh!t don't add up somehow

Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it

but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like

sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years

spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like

nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black

That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack

Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki

A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free

40% of Americans own a cell phone

so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home

I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone"

Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome

full of hard niccaz, large niccaz, dice tumblers

Young teens on prison greens facin life numbers

Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients

Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation

This new math is whippin motherf#ckers @ss

You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add

It's mathematics

I’m from where the Catholic church is some racist shi!t,

They helped Europe and America rape this bi!tch,

They pray to white Spanish Jesus who’s face is this?,

But never talk about the black pope Gelasius,

I’m from where Soviet weapons still decide elections

Militaries like the Mafia you pay for protection

Chorus

Life is a test, many quest the universe

And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt

The first shall be last and the last shall be first

The Basic Instructions Before Leavin Earth

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Verse 1

Knowledge is wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve

I loved doin right but I was trapped in Hell

Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears

Years of fear, but yo my foes couldn't bear

I searched for the truth since my youth

And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot

That I was payin, plus the prayin

I didn't like stayin cuz of busy bodies

And dizzy hotties

That the preacha had souped up with lies

Had me couped up, lookin' at loot, butt and thighs

During the service, he swallowed up the poor

And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor

But I ignored, and explored my history that was untold

And watched mysteries unfold

And dropped the jewel like Solomon, but never followed men

Cuz if you do your brain is more hollow than

The space of oblivia, or the abyss

With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss

Does it pay to be deaf, dumb, and blind

From a slave U was kept from the mind

And from the caves he crept from behind

And what he gave was a sect of the swine

When the bible, that condemns the pig

I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs

But we used to wear a turban, but now we in the urban

No more wearin' beanies

or dress like the genie

No hocus pocus cuz I focus on the facts

And put it on the track and brought it through the wax

I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time

And too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme

I did it anyway, just to wake up the mind

Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet

Those who sit at home, or sell books by the market

Need to chill and get their mind revived

For years, religion did nothing but divide

The Basic Isntructions Before Leavin Earth

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