Favorite Rap qoutes

I was with success I don't know where y'all were.

Crucifixion ain't no fiction

So called chosen frozen

Apology made to who ever pleases

Still they got me like Jesus

I rather sing, bring, think reminisce

'Bout a brother while I'm in sync

Every brother ain't a brother cause a color

Just as well could be undercover

Backstabbed, grabbed a flag

From the back of the lab

Told a Rab get off the rag

Sad to say I got sold down the river

Still some quiver when I deliver

Never to say I never know or had a clue

Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard

Lies, scandalizin', basin'

Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?

I rope a dope the evil with righteous

Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even

C'mon down

And welcome to the Terrordome.

I was a fiend before I became a teen

I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

'cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "yes y'all!"

They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small

Cool, 'cause I don't get upset

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

So then I add all the rhymes I had

One after the other one, then I make another one

To diss the opposite then ask if the brother's done

I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine

But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

Caught in the race against time

The pit and the pendulum

Check the rhythm and rhymes

While I'm bendin' 'em

Snakes blowin' up the lines of design

Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em

How to fight the power

Cannot run and hide

But it shouldn't be suicide

In a game a fool without the rules

Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize

Every brother ain't a brother

Cause a Black hand

Squeezed on Malcom X the man

The shootin' of Huey Newton

From a hand of a N!gger who pulled the trigger

All daytona she want me to bone her

Damn all I brought her was shot and a Corona

Smoking on that good you know the aroma

I guarantee if you don't die it'll leave you in a coma

N!ggas hates they hope I fall

I get love across the broad

I got pills in West Virgina

I got dope in Baltimore

NYC I'm heavy here

I got b!tches everywhere

You know you can count on me to drop an anthem every year

I'm in the hood, I'm in the trap

I can hustle, I can rap

Be in Barney's, be in Bloomies, be in Neiman's, be in Saks

We be working with them hawks

We be playing with them gats

Put my young boys on the strip

Don't be playing with them packs

Never dat, bring that cheddar back

If not hear the Beretta clap

Your fault should've measured that

Bad white b!tch guess were I meet her at

- Jadakiss

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else

When you destroy yourself

First nothing's worse than a mother's pain

Of a son slain in Bensonhurst

Can't wait for the state to decide the fate

So this jam I dedicate

Places with racist faces

Just an example of one of many cases

The Greek weekend speech I speak

From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)

I don't smile in the line of fire

I go wildin'

But it's on bass and drums even violins

Watcha do gitcha head ready

Instead of gettin' physically sweaty

When I get mad

I put it down on a pad

Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'

Fear of high rollin'

God bless your soul and keep livin'

Never allowed, kickin' it loud

Droppin' a bomb

Brain game intellectual Vietnam

Move as a team

Never move alone

But

Welcome to the Terrordome

Well I got 25 days to do it

If a wall in the way

Just watch me go thru it

'Cause I gotta do what I gotta do

PE number one

Gets the job done

When it's done and over

Was because I drove'er

Thru all the static

Not stick but automatic

That's the way it is

He gotta get his

Talkin' MLK

Gonna find a way

Make the state pay

I'm lookin' for the day

Hard as it seems

This ain't no d*** dream

Gotta know what I mean

It's team against team

Catch the light beam

Check it out

It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs

Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs

Equations are drawn up in paisley form

Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian

Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style

from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal

Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer

I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China

Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in

and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin

Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin

Product is hypnotic you're soakin and still smokin

Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines

Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend

Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin

I'ma move crowds to 2000

Every rock they throw i use as stepping stone.

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance

Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos

My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam

I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas

What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch

Microphones get clutched by the illustrious

Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid

Born with three 7's in my head

In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this

To find you'll need philosophers and anthropologists

Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges

with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this

Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible

When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo

with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes

align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

Here it is, bam

And you say god****, this is the dope jam

But let's define the term called dope

And you think it mean funky now no

Here is a true tale of the ones that deal

Are the ones that fail, yeah

You can move if you wanna move

What it prove, it's here like the groove

The problem is this we gotta' fix it

Check out the justice and how they run it

Sellin', smellin', sniffin', riffin'

And brothers try to get swift an'

Sell to their own, rob a home

While some shrivel to bone

Like comatose walkin' around

Please don't confuse this with the sound

I'm talking about base

Check the vibe, walk that @ss or get got

Eff it, I lick buckshots

Hood, madman, I rip up stages

Lay down all your wages, I'm wild like Larry Davis

Extra, extra, pick up a clip

I'll tear @ss out the frame and grab my d!ck

I'm a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot kid, I drop bombs

I'm rugged and deadly, so I sh!t on the petty

I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news

I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews

Death on the phono, my skills are Polo

You say "Oh no" you b!tch @ss homo

I bag up waste, electrifyin', I'm prime-time

I slaughter a slime, I'm the greatest of all time

Sick-@ss brother, nasty-ass nicca

Pump slugs in your face, and dump that @ss in the river

Two tears in a bucket, f#ck it, kick the can

Say what? Say what? I'm a bad, bad man

We can't let this thread fade for real. "You send your h*es to the mall I send mine to college."

Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip

Punchin out hits like Gladys Knight and the Pips

The five-foot assassin has just raided your area

Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya

So roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this

Vanilla Ice platinum? That shit's ridiculous

Excuse my French, but profanity is all I knew

And to you other sellouts, oh yeah, eff you too

And let it be known, I'm not the one to step to

You're better off callin' D-Nice "To Your Rescue"

Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around

As for corny MC's, like Chuck D, I "Shut 'Em Down"

The Artical Don of hip-hop and I won't stop

The five-foot assassin' has come to wreck 'nuff shop

So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time"

Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme

Big up, big up, into new identity

Next was said somethin' that complies onto me

What does it take to check a technique?

Many styles, many styles

Hostile heat, brings forth the energy

Milo in the dance is the new identity

One-two mic check, select for the ruffneck

Set 10 to 1 that I come, correct

Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better

And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater

Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails

Oh hell, there he go again talkin' that s***

Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve

And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve

I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent

Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent

You got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, but I'm not worried

Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry

Hell yeah I was just listening to that song earlier. On Topic: "I do this for the hustlers and all the faithful customers, it's 28 in the bag, I would never sucker ya."

In my cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots

So I can grow dreadlocks

Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock

Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock

Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not

I put my mug up, but fair is fair

So C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah

C. Brown are we in the clear? Yeah

Makin' moves y'all, moves y'all, on and on and on

Check it out, check it out, to the break of, break of dawn

Who's that, guess, one of the L.O.N.S.

And a Tribe Called Quest, East Coast to West

Remixed mad kick, more than Metallica

'Til all MC's fall like the Battlestar Gallactic

Stampin', stompin', rompin' Compton

People all over the world, I'm promptin'

Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle

Representation, sensationalization

"Scenario" for the radio, 'BLS and KISS, so

Here we go, yo, yeah

Force, Main Source LP on the rise

"In Living Color was" seen through original eyes

And I'm out like shout

Ooh ahh, ooh ahh, there it is baby pah

Lying limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am

There I am, don't run from a friend

Sight we be right, be polite for the mice

Like a like, see sick, see syke

And slip away, and off to the Poconos

Spot picked the clothes, Hype swing the pretty pose

Yamaha, hey ha may

Let's split the funk, now it all spells, hey

Enough enough, Ms. Fitted I'm with it

If I did it, I was blitted, and probably shouldn't have quit it

'Cause yo, my vocal status at Knight is like a Gladys

Bed rest, spread test, and yo I'm like the maddest

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see

Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be

And I apologize if this message gets you down

Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and

I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling

Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island

Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy

Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap no lookin' back

Spaceships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors

They dip as quick as they can

The atmosphere is now ripped

I'm so like a Pip, I'm glad its night

So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum

When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom

Like a preemie out the womb

My partner yellin' "Too soon! Don't do it! Reconsider!

Read some litera - ture on the subject

Open up, open up

And let the funk flow in

From this nicca name J and his new found friend

I'm hittin switches like Eric on the solo creep

For yo jeep it's the B.R.A.T.

Puttin the dip in your hip from right to left

It's the ghetto west b!tch and I'm So So Def

Nicca that's my click

Nicca that's who I rolls with

And we kicks nothing but the fat(sh,sh,hhh)

Them calls me the funkdafied, funkalistic, vocalistic

with the real sh!t, we got the sh!t you can't funk wit

(Why?!)

Because we so funkdafied

(Why?!)

We make you move from side to side

Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nicca

Brat and J.D. comin' like that big baby

So lay back and listen as I catch up on my pimpin'

And freak this dest just like Ashford and Simpson

First got it when he was six

Didn't know any tricks

Matter fact

First time he got on it he slipped

Landed on his hip and bust his lip

For a week he had to talk with a lisp

Like this

Now we can end the story right here

But shorty didn't quit it was something in the air

Yea

He said it was somethin' so appealing

He couldn't fight the feelin'

Somethin' about it

He knew he couldn't doubt it

Couldn't understand it

Brand it, since his first kickflip he land it

Uh

Labeled a misfit, abandoned

Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, kunk

His neighbors couldn't stand it, so

He was banished to the park

Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark

Yea

When he said it's getting late in here

So "I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"

"I give you respect and I expect to get the reciprocal."

"Say my name 5 times like candyman

Bet I roll On yo azz like an avalanche"

"Claimin' I'm a criminal when you the one that made me"

"You don't stand a chance,

matter fact

you don't have half the stance to stand if you stood half a chance"

I'm seriously gonna try to drop this in everyday conversations, whenever I say 'you dont stand a chance'.

Me and my family moved in our apartment complex

A gate with the serial code was put up next

They claim that this community is so drug free

But it don't look that way to me

'Cuz I can see the young bloods hanging out at the sto

24/7 Junkies looking for a hit of the blow, it's powerful

Oh, you know what else they tryin' to do

Make a curfew especially for me and you

The traces of the new world order

Time is getting shorter

If we don't get prepared, people it's gone be a slaughter

My mind won't allow me to not be curious

My folk don't understand so they don't take it serious

But every now and then, I wonder

If the gate was put up to keep crime out or to keep our a** in

Yeah, it's the god Rakim

Word up, I'm blazin this out to all my comrades

Yanamean? From the slums of New York, to the gutters all over the world

This is for y'all....

Through my travels I try to take righteous steps

Because right or left could mean life or death

No matter how trife it get, my sights is set

But it's twice the threat when the ?nights is death?

My mental windows refuse to close, they get exposed

To the neighborhood info where the poison wind blows

A deadly plague spreadin negativity, viciously

Unto every city be in ghetto misery

Don't let it get to me, the writer be left to die

But it get mesmerize if it catch your eye

Shines enormous, from pure revered Kool's and garments

But it's torment, jealousy drug wars or warring

Tallying, slowly turnin into barbarians

More scary when the whole boulevard's carryin

Livin in the world of sin, my ghetto girls and men

Waiting for the world to end

Hood forever, I just act like I'm civilized
Really what's in my mind is organizing a billion black motherfckas
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back
 
- Nas.

It lives!!!!

I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course

With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse

While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born

Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents

Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm

Step on first month Capricorn, quiet storm

Jeans and boots my everyday uniform

Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form

Hell have a fury like a women's scorn

My niggas strife to perform, I struggle to break the norm

Give me any platform and I perform lyrical quiet storms

I make it hot, you keep it luke warm

From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned

I now Drake sucks but this is my fav quote.

"I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture"

Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom

Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit I'm immune

We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms

Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb

I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be back real soon

O-o-oh o-o-o-oh

And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow

To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow

Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to skid row

See the toxic green flow, it's poison waters overflow

Paint a mental picture, lyrical Michaelangelo

Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio

Beats mad bong, to collapse the Walls of Jericho

Overflow and explore, I hope you got your blunts rolled

Cuz this is the same, no matter which zip code

My minds pro, b!tches is robbed,

suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe

I keep it tracked like a barcode of Illuminati

And fight these devils back with the Code of Hammurabi

Damn that was sick. What song is that from?

Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared

I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears

While shootin stars wishing that I can shift my gears

So I raise my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers

And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt

On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions

Give birth to these rhymes like an oral C-section

Uhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy

Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangements

for the souls of fatalities

It's the same for niccas that stuck with that slave mentality

Or these wack @ss rappers, they got no originality

But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy

Time gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity

It seems like everyone was after me

Three's a nasty girl like Vanity

Make niccas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity

Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is family

If they standing next to me, nothing's what it seems to be

Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no time for idol questions

If freestyling is my bible, when I fall in hip hop sessions

Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned

Respect had to be earned and not given

On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living

Guy collides, when selfish minds can't asked to be forgiven

Ain't no turning back the hands of time,

when past spirits have risen

@YourNeighborhoodComicGeek said:

Damn that was sick. What song is that from?

Something new and to keep you doing what'cha doing

This is for you and your crew and for who in

The vicinity, I don't need no identity

I see hands in the air that means many be

Cooperating, I can't stop relating

Hip-hop is making more sense when I'm stating

Paragraphs of potential to prevent you

From using my instrumental, keep in mind I meant to

Illustrate another ill'er break immediately

Hurry up and learn the words and repeat it wit me

Then soon you're in tune and up to par

I just noticed the title is misspelled.

@utotheg38: Some rappers is faker than silicon t*ts with plastic nipples.

-KMD "Black B******s"

as we begin to blaze, through the milky ways

repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days

the eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland

wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak

destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape

takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space

ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate

as we cruise going into magnitude

as we break up into a multitude of molecules

going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view

as, we wearing the white garment, passing sound waves

that's supersonic, passing the comets, star clusters

changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker

kissing Christ at the last supper

grabbing a brass cup of wine (Heavy Mental)

I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa

in the position like yoga, till my mind passes over

the solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller

I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint

into the suns 8 points, then I, begin to rise like helium

escape in the milleniumm, two thousand

meditating to the soft note of a violin

I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue

for the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance

there existed a hebrew lodge (Heavy Mental)

a phenomenon from out of the matrix

the world looks at me with envy and hatred

just because I appear to them half naked

rising into a spaceship

with an arm full of solid gold bracelets

a phenomenon from out of the matrix (Heavy Mental)

now the only time (Heavy Mental)

the only time you should catch.. (Heavy Mental)

only time, you could have

jet lag is if your cassette drag.. (Heavy Mental)

rock a by ? (Heavy Mental)

yo, just chill (Heavy Mental)

stop the tape (Heavy Mental)

(STOP IT!) Heavy Mental

I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)

The Black Prophet

One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self

It gave me super-scientifical powers

Now I, run through the ghetto

Battlin my, arch nemesis Mr. Ignorance

He's been tryin to take me out since the days of my youth

He feared this day would come

I'm hot on his trail, but sometimes he slips away

Because he has an army, they always give me trouble

Mainly - Hatred, Jealousy and Envy they attack me

They think they got me

But I use my super-science and I twist all three

I see sparks over that buildin - they're shootin at me

I dip, do a backflip

Then hit em in the heart with sharp steel bookmarks

Ignorance hates when I drop it

But no matter, what he do.. he can't stop the Prophet

My homies women ain't no thang to me, cuz if they caught one of my hoes they'd do the same to me.

Let's continue the saga, mad mad drama

I met this chick, she said she knew where Ignorance was at

I said, "Where?"

She said, "Downtown"

He had babies havin babies - and young niccaz sellin crack

I think the b!tch is lyin, it's a set up

I can smell it, but Ignorance is runnin rampant

Aight baby show me the exact spot

Meet me at Hoyt and Schermerhorn at 3 on the dot

So I hops up on the A-Train, I'm bein followed

My seventh sense senses danger

I turn around, it's Anger

and he brought a mob along, it's the same old song

Despair and Animosity got broke with the swiftness

I don't know what they think this is

I feel a sharp pain in my neck

Now I can't see, I'm like Hiram

They hit me with the dart filled with the pork chop serum

I tried to hold on but before long I dropped

When I awoke I was locked in the barber's shop

Trapped in the barber's chair

Oh no, they're gonna try and cut my hair

But that can't stop the Prophet

I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person

I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin

with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation

in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"

Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am

but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean

It's difficult to read em, the to his soul

are half closed, I put the key in

Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in

Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in

Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars

This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars

Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna

Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner

Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner

Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner

of sweat second thoughts on my mind

How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets

This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck

Yo Prophet!

Ignorance is tired of you followin him around

We about to put an end to that RIGHT NOW

Anamosity (YEA!) Despair (YO WHASSUP?) Get him!!

[DJ Premier cuts and scratches: "Can't a damn thing stop me"]

[The Prophet]

A few minutes passed by, I hear a buzzin noise

It was that chick with some of Ignorance's boys

She said, "Prophet, we got you beat;

by the way I'm Mr. Ignorance's wife, Deceit.

But enough talk; now for your hair cut.."

When the clippers touched my hair, they blew the f@ck up

After the explosion there was no one left

Cause I know Dim Mak/poison hand/touch of death

My vision's still kinda blurry, but I see a clue

Ignorance is at the library

I hurry, with lightning speed like The Flash

He's at the big one, on Grand, Army Plaz'

When I get inside the doors shut and the lights go off

Damn, another trap

I hear a hissin sound, I smell a funny smell

I gasp, I can't breathe

Ignorance is laughin at me

Waitin on my downfall, but he can't stop the Prophet

Aiyo, rappers stepping to me, they want a brick, son But I'm the Chef, my price is 26, son 
 
- Raekwon

[Mr. Ignorance]

Well Prophet

It seems like you're in a bit of a jam

I hope you can unstick yourself

Oh, and what you did to my wife, it was nothing

I have others

Hahahahahaha... hahahahaha.. hahahahahah...

"The saga continues!"

"I wonder if I die, will tears come to her eyes. Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies."

At least I hope that's right... I was to lazy to search the lyrics...

First let me explain that I'm just a black man

And I come from the dark side

So I'm havin’ a hard time stayin' on track man

My mind be racin' and I don't even know what I'm chasin’ yet

Been in and out of relationships

I'm startin' to see that it's me where the complication's at

"Gimme a tech and a clip, F#ck a jayy and a porsche"

Jealous n!ggas is gossipin, watch me tie up my laces

B!tches be jocking, tell by the look on they faces

- Rozay

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice

And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter

Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother

She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate

His corruption had successfully changed his fate

And he remembered how his mom used to come home late

Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there

And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it

After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too

And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow

He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked

White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted

You have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted

And you'll be one of god's children that fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

Because the dance with the devil might last you forever- Immortal Technique