Uh oh, it’s beer o’clock, I think I’m sober.
How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?
Viktor Vaughn, “Raedawn,” Vaudeville Villain, 2003
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Every time the ball drop on New Year’s Eve,
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese…Prodigy, “New Yitty,” H.N.I.C. Part 2, 20081988 1990 1991 1992 1993 1994 1995 1996 1998 1999 2011 2012 2013 2014 atlanta brooklyn death dj premier east coast girls Guns hip-hop humor life los angeles love lyrics midwest money nas new york philosophy queens queensbridge Rap Quote RZA South south bronx staten island truth weed west coast wisdom wordplay wu-tang clan
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Mental energy from within keeps me higher,
Than anything rolled and set on fireMasta Ace, “Sittin’ On Chrome,” Sittin’ on Chrome, 1995 -
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo,
Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho…tel,
To get a good night’s sleep, I’m keeping in step.
Now do I come off? Yep.Big Daddy Kane, “Just Rhymin’ with Biz,” Long Live the Kane, 1988 -
You can play with the bass, fuck around with the treble,
Or you can play with the base, and turn powder to pebble.Skyzoo, “Money on the Ave.,” from Reks’ Grey Hairs, 2008 -
‘That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto.’
To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto.Reks, “Black Cream (The Negro Epidemic),” Grey Hairs, 2008 -
You might win some, but you just lost one.
Lauryn Hill, “Lost Ones,” The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, 1998 -
If you can’t respect that, your whole perspective is wack.
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black.Jay-Z, “December 4th,” The Black Album, 2003 -
Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy,
Send a message, leave you sleepin’ next to headless horsey.Action Bronson, “Terror Death Camp,” from Action Bronson and Statik Selektah’s Well Done, 2011 -
Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing,
Toy stores are out of control, and kids singing.
That night before Christmas, dashing through the snow,
Rudolph the Reindeer, red nose that glow.
It’s all about the candy canes and Christmas list,
North Pole and that chubby, jolly, old Saint Nick,
The little elves getting busy, in Santa workshop
And how gingerbread men keep they buttons on top.
Wooden soldiers and chestnuts, roasting like marshmallows
Goodfellas, chocolate pudding pops and Jell-O’s.
It’s the gift, the cookies and milk on the mantle,
The mistletoe, that scent from that peppermint candles,
That warm French vanilla, mean coat with zippers,
Bareskin robe dragon with Versace slippers.
Around the fireplace we breathe, shirts are short sleeve,
We stayin’ up all night on Christmas Eve!Ghostface Killah, “Ghostface X-Mas,” GhostDeini the Great, 2008 -
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.Keith Murray, “Santa Baby,” A Very Special Christmas 3, 1997 -
A born terror, a rebel without a pause…
Ain’t never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?Shyheim, “On and On,” Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child, 1994 (via egotripland & babylonfalling) -
See, you’re out your mind tryin’ to face tha God.
Your rhyme is like an empty prison…a waste of bars.Lord Finesse, Freestyle vs. Percee P, 2003. Video