Daily rap quotes about life, love and wisdom.
Life without knowledge is death in disguise.
Real dudes move in silence…like a mute drivin a new hybrid.
Yeah, I cut class…I got a D.
Cause History meant nothing to me
Except a definite nap.
That’s why I always sat in the back.
Lessons cut short to prep for tests that only test how well you prep.
…Man, no wonder why the score’s a mess.
Busta Rhymes the mighty infamous,
Always misbehaving and mischeivous,
Causing aggravation, I’ll never pause,
Pushing out spit balls through plastic straws.
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When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher ‘cause I knew I’d get a kiss.
Always got mad when the class was dismissed.
Teach the student what needs to be taught.
‘Cause black and white kids both take shorts
When one doesn’t know about the other one’s culture,
Ignorance swoops down like a vulture.
Where you been at?
You must’ve cut class.
If it ain’t me, another member of my crew will kick your ass.
I stay dipped like the first day of school.
Get burnt like a candle, very hard to handle,
Do miracles in Nikes like Jesus did in sandals.
Call me Charlie Bucket, attitude is fuck it,
No golden ticket so I’m ballin on a budget.
Eat from the Tree of Life and throw away the verbal ham.
You called me on the phone, saying you were alone,
But that’s a lie because I heard your moms breathing on the phone.
And if you really like me, let your moms know
She should mind her business…before I let go.
Five days you work, one whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It’s Saturday…
I hate your fuckin’ guts, and I hope that you die.
Sticky Fingaz’s tha name, and my life is a lie,
Cause I’m havin a bad day, so stay out of my way,
And what the pistol packin’ people say, you better obey!
A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob,
They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob.
Let’s test the waters…
Love makes a splash, and you too thick to skinny-dip.
Got coke from the Contras
Gave crack to the poor.
And the government responds to it:
‘Just Say No.’
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish.
Whatever you goin’ through, could always be much worse,
Don’t make a mistake, mistakin’ your blessings for a curse.
These days you can’t see who’s in cahoots
Cause now the KKK wears three-piece suits.
The sky is falling, the wind is calling,
Stand for something, or die in the morning.
We love it where we from, but we kick it where we at.
You don’t wanna hear the truth, so I’ma lie to you…make it sound fly to you.
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a .44 Desert Eagle.
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
…But until then, I’ma shine to the last sin,
Resurrect through the birth of my son, and live again.
And when we holdin’ a Tec, we put a hole in your neck.
Equippin’ you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect.
My experience oughta learn ya:
That if a nigga ain’t trying to smoke ya, a bitch trying to burn ya.
I got a smile that’ll make the mirror crack,
And I seem to stay under clouds that’s pitch black.
So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I’m soaked.
I contracted lung cancer from third hand smoke,
And I’m like the frog that’s dying to be a prince,
The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced.
The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket,
In a rainstorm…and struck by lightning trying to get it.
I dribble rhymes like basketball…
People call me ‘E.T.’
What’s that, Shaq man?
‘Extra Tall.’
You need to sweat yourself. Don’t sweat nobody else.
My father always told me to wisen up, son.
Cause if you hung with nine broke friends, you’re bound to be the tenth one.
He doesn’t even suit ya, and he’s surely not your size,
I’m surprised that you slept on a heart that’s worldwide.
Starstruck with one buck, your girl look like Donald Duck.
Unemployment at a record high.
People coming, people going, people born to die.
Don’t ask me, because I don’t know why,
But it’s like that, and that’s the way it is.
I called every day to see how she was doin,
Every time that I called her, it seemed somethin was brewin.
I called her on my dime, picked up, and then I called again,
I said, ‘Yo, who was that?’
‘Oh, he’s just a friend.’
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
I’m a addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers.
I don’t mind you talkin shit, just keep it in the first person.
I said, ‘Hey’, she said, ‘Hi.’
I said, ‘Us’, she said, ‘Try,’
‘And if you’re thinkin strictly boots, then I’ll say baby, bye bye.’
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives,
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives,
Shittin’ on rappers, causin’ hospital accidents.
No static, got an automatic,
Too much of anything makes you an addict…
Y’all place value on your wheels and your automobiles,
And never acknowledge your children’s diminishing skills,
Or that they continue to fill all the prisons they build.
Large Professor, none greater none fresher,
Won’t fold under pressure…grew up down the road from Fran Drescher.
I’m even lethal when I’m unarmed…
‘Cause I’m louder than a bomb.
Oh lord, get on my skateboard and do a motherfuckin driveby.
I’m just an addict, addicted to music
Maybe it’s a habit…I gotta use it.
And I’m telling you now the frustration
The future’s facing from the anger in the nation.
“I’m just an addict, addicted to music/Maybe it’s a habit…I gotta use it.”- Rakim, “I Ain’t No Joke,” Paid In Full, 1987. Via Ego Trip’s excellent Behind the Video piece.
Your simple words just don’t move me…
You’re minor, we major.
You all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player.
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs…
Four in the mornin’ we throwin back some Cognac juice.
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J,
Don’t fuck with her no more, now I fuck with Tanqueray.
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold,
Last name was English and the first name Olde.
You not cut from the same cloth, you chinchilla soft,
I’m Brillo Pad coarse…take your skin off.
You rub me the wrong way,
You a suit and tie nigga…P hoodie all day.
Take these words home and think it through;
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
I got lots of love for my crew, that is;
No love for them other crews and rival kids.
All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is,
And if they don’t? They need to buy a watch, word up.
Havin’ cash is highly addictive, especially when you’re used to havin’ money to live with.
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money,
I might crack a smile, but ain’t a damn thing funny.
What’s poppin? My gun on ya head, nigga.
What’s crackin? The bones in ya head, nigga.
What’s really good? Nothin but the doe.
What’s really hood? You already know.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin’ closer to God in a tight situation.
The sunset looks beautiful over the projects…
What a shame, it ain’t the same where we stand at.
If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off.
Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off.
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation,
Gettin closer to God in a tight situation.
I’m only 19 but my mind is older…
When things get for real, my warm heart turns cold.
There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from.
You can run but you can’t hide forever.
As the wind made love to the seas,
The sand danced to the rhythm of the breeze.
I’m the one-man army Ason
I’ve never been tooken out…I keep MC’s lookin’ out.
I drop science like girls be dropping babies,
Enough to make a nigga go craaaaazy!
Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a ‘frigerator.
What’s hip? When hip is just the norm?
Mr. Beck, Mr. O’Reilly, Mr. Limbaugh, Mr. Hannity,
How could you sell white America your insanity?
You tell them that they’re different and manipulate their vanity
When truthfully, financially, their life is a calamity.
Otherwise they wouldn’t be listening to the remedy,
So they is not as broke as the people that they don’t want be.
Convincin’ em that rich Republicans is what they gonna be,
So they act like Ronald Reagan, and like him they awful actors
Who look up to the rich, like dumb kids look up to rappers,
And that’s about as dumb as a donkey pullin a tractor.
Yes, that’s a Democrat diss, I’m a detractor,
So whether you vote right or vote left, it’s not a factor
When you ain’t got no care for your health…ay this America
They gon’ put your ass in debt…sumtin terrible
So you can disrespect presidents, and call them Socialists
But Palin and Pelosi both gon’ have you broke as shit.
Roll big blunts, a whole ounce of reefer
Rocked that ‘Black and Yellow’ before Wiz Khalifa
It’s a killer bee color scheme
Always exhale the facts, cause I don’t inhale lies.
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never,
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever.
You’ve been fightin again and you forgot why.
Hey kid, walk straight…master your high.
We went from candy bars, to handle bars, to hangin’ in bars, to being behind bars
De La Soul, from the soul, black medallions, no gold.
The pressure is harsh and maybe I was destined to break,
Stay official when your brother’s a fake.
You don’t want your kids to hear songs of this nature…
But you take em to the movies to watch Schwarzenegger!
I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now,
If they don’t know your dreams, they can’t shoot ‘em down.
Now I got my new girl, or as I say my baby doll,
But I’m still gettin’ crazy calls, my ex-girl’s got balls…
You ain’t as hard as you act.
When I GPS ‘pussy,’ I end up at your welcome mat…
I got nothin’ to lose, much to gain–
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
Maybe I need somebody that could save me
From the parts of myself that keep making me crazy.
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us.
Look at ‘em now…they even fuckin’ scared of us.
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive.
You owe dough? You ain’t give up that cheese? Hey…
Sooner or later, you’ll Pay, Pal (no eBay).
The police…I’m givin’ them fits.
A young brother in a Benz legit,
I don’t sell no drugs and take no shit…
Park my ride and the ladies hit.
You the devil in drag.
You can burn your cross,
Well, I’ll burn your flag…
How many rappers in the game have “little” in front of their name?
Lil’ Wayne, Lil’ Boosie it’s a lil’ shame
Lil’ Flip, Lil’ Cease, yo they not the same
Lil’ Wyte, Lil’ Mama, where Lil’ Zane?
Little Brother, Lil’ Jon, and Lil’ Fame
Real hip hop, not about your lil’ chain
Lil’ Keke, Lil’ Kim a lil’ freaky
Lil’ Fizz, Illegal with Lil’ Maliky
Lil’ Mo, Lil’ Bow Wow had beef with Lil’ Romeo
A lil’ teenager told me so…
Can you cook darlin? At the stove you’re revolvin’…
Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin
Here take my number, let me pull the chair from under
I had fun, plus your backyard speak with thunder!
Niggaz thought M.O.P. stand for “mop” and shit…
See them Cubans don’t care what y’all niggas do,
Colombians ain’t never ran with your crew.
Why you acting all spicy and sheisty?
The only Italians you knew was ICEEs.
We all in the game, just different levels…
Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.