‘That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto.’
To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto.
To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto.
- Reks, “Black Cream (The Negro Epidemic),” Grey Hairs, 2008
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!
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
Leave MC’s blind with amnesia;
Chop ‘em into salad, and my name ain’t Caesar.
Chop ‘em into salad, and my name ain’t Caesar.
- Black Thought, “@15,” from The Roots’ Rising Down, 2008
Yo Premier, why these rappers so soft?
They corny ass raps be makin me doze off.
They corny ass raps be makin me doze off.
- KRS-One, “Criminal Minded ‘08,” Smirnoff Signature Mix Series, 2008
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.
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.
- GZA, “Life Is a Movie,” Pro Tools, 2008
I pledge allegiance to the fair and balanced truth.
Not the biased truth,
Not the liest truth,
But the highest truth.
Not the biased truth,
Not the liest truth,
But the highest truth.
- Nas, “Sly Fox,” Untitled, 2008
Posted by RAP QUOTE .COM on Sunday 6 February.
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter…
- Crooked I, “Lick Shots”, from Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern’s The 3rd World, 2008
It’s a new year, new year, new money, money!
- Rick Ross, “Speedin’ (Remix),” 2008
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night,
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life.
- Immortal Technique, “Crimes of the Heart”, The 3rd World, 2008
