Rap Quotes

My parents are both definitely supportive of my career.They are both big fans of rap. They are really what influenced me.

I'm a hustler, baby; I sell water to a well!

I got these haters like, When he gon' stop? Maybe a minute after never, start ya clocks.

It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage... Remember those days? Had you smellin' my boxers.

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns, As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.

Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky: R: Ravishing, I: Impress, C: Courageous or Careless, K: for the Kangols which I've got, That I wear everyday and Y: Why not?

Every time I write these words they become a taboo, Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true, Living my life in the margin, and that metaphor was proof.

They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related... Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated.

The future is born, put the past in a casket

I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.

Satisfaction, I have the right tactics... And if you need em I got crazy prophylactics.

Time is money, every moment is costly, So I ration emotion, 'cause existence exhausts me.

Screamin' 'Carpe Diem!' until I'm a Dead Poet.

Driving by my ambitions, desire higher positions, to see eternally and my mission, to be more than just a rap musician.

With rap music, because it's all so on the street, you get treated like a street cat: "All right, you've been eatin' enough, you're fat, get out of the way now and let somebody else come by."

Luckily for me, I became a rap star so I'm making enough money to support my family. It's funny because that may seem like the only way that I can do such a task.

The God's tropical...ladies call me 'Black Fruit Punch.'

Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation; When patience was a virtue...but I wasn't used to waitin.

Times are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a living; Eating turkey-flavored Now & Laters for Thanksgiving.

The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it.

If you ain't using all the talents God provided you with For the betterment of Man, understand, You ain't nothing but a waste.

My genes tie me to those that despised me.

I'm sautéing emcees with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery.

Be grateful for blessings, Don't ever change, keep your essence. The power is in the people and politics we address.

I'm just basically spillin' out my emotions to the world. 'Cause rap is about emotion. And I want you to feel what I'm feelin', 'cause that's what it's all about.

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

Rap music is just computerised crap. I listen to Top of the Pops and after three songs I feel like killing someone.

Her life is deep, but I still dig her

I pay attention to lyrics and I know what rap fans care about. I try to write for the average listener and I'm conscious of the mainstream without selling out.

As far as anybody in the rap game ever tryin to assassinate my character, thats impossible. You talkin about a man who has always walked the walk and talked the talk.

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries. Lyrically perform armed robbery, Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me.

Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted, Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets. Where were you the day hip-hop died? Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?

Most rappers these days is actors, And I can't keep watching the same movie.

I said, 'What you wanna be?' She said, 'Alive.' It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes ...I coulda died.

A trap lord is basically the lord of the trap, and my trap is rap.

You need to sweat yourself. Don't sweat nobody else.

Do you ever think about when you outta here? Record deal and video, outta here!? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover, outta here!?

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

Be a king? Think not. Why be a king when you can be a God?

I chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar.

Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with your tough talk? That's like Christopher Reeve doing the crip walk.

...The greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th. God bless his soul, rest in peace, kid. It's because of him now at least I know what beef is.

Stepping to me? Yo, that's the wrong move. So what you on, hobbs, dope or dog food?

When I get involved, I give it my heart, I mean my mind, my soul, my body: I mean every part. But if it doesn't work out, yo, it just doesn't. It wasn't meant to be, you know, it just wasn't.

Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk, Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk

I just wanna affect the culture and wanna be able to support young people with goals that aren't just limited to rapping and producing.

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle. I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle.

Long as I live large, life will be luxury, Ladies in Lamborghinis...love is like luck to me.

Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly; They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly.

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