Citatepedia^®.com

I was rapping at eight.

quote by Nick Cannon
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Rapping isnt just rhyming and Poetry isnt just loving.

Poetry is like Rapping a game of grate rhyming and of victory. Rapping is suposed
to be mean and poetry is suposed to be lovey and sappy.
I say rapping and poetry mean what they mean.
keep rapping and rhyming dont let no body tell you how to write what u feel
Rapping is a game of give and take Poetry is a game of rhyming and english words
Rapping is not just a game and poetry is not just the name of rapping with love.

poem by Debbie Ledford
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Raven

[Spoken Track]
[Poe:]
Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore
while I nodded, nearly napping
suddenly there came a tapping
as of some one gently rapping
rapping at my chamber door
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered
"tapping at my chamber door
only this and nothing more."
Muttering I got up weakly
always I've had trouble sleeping
stumbling upright my mind racing
furtive thoughts flowing once more
I, there hoping for some sunrise
happiness would be a surprise
loneliness no longer a prize
rapping at my chamber door
seeking out the clever bore
lost in dreams forever more
only this and nothing more
Hovering my pulse was racing
stale tobacco my lips tasting
scotch sitting upon my basin
remnants of the night before
came again
infernal tapping on the door
in my mind jabbing
is it in or outside rapping
calling out to me once more
the fit and fury of Lenore
nameless here forever more
And the silken sad uncertain
rustling of the purple curtain
thrilled me, filled me
with fantastic terrors never felt before
so that now, oh wind, stood breathing
hoping yet to calm my breathing
"'Tis some visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
some lost visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
this it is, and nothing more."
Deep into the darkness peering
long I stood there
wondering fearing
doubting dreaming fantasies

[...] Read more

song performed by Lou Reed
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I Dont Stop Rappin

Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
And I dont stop rappin
Just dont stop
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Dont stop that rap
Well Im sir too short
The true mc
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mike and I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
I dont stop rappin
My rap dont stop, you know it cant
I get on the mic and I make big bank
Unlike some rappers that I know
Trying to get no, but that dont go
Im that rapper, sir too short
I know youve heard my name before
And if you havent, now you have
Sir too short dont stop that rap
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im so rough so tough when I talk my stuff
I dont stop rappin cuz Im too tough
Telling you rappers what its all about
Most mcs are played out
But not too short, Im the best
You know too short is so so fresh
If thats not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Im sir too short, the rapping man
Im a cold mc and I know I am
Im the big time rapper from east oakland
Into music and making fans
I love young ladies who love my rhymes
Cuz what they say is right on time
The only mc with fresh hits
Its sir too short, he never quits
Thats so so true, what they say

[...] Read more

song performed by Too Short
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

[...] Read more

poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy! | In Spanish | In Italian | In Romanian

Dead Or Alive

I heard there was a rumor too $hort was dead
Walked in the house and got shot in the head
I know you dont believe it, if you do youre wrong
How can I die and rock it all night long?
Im too $hort baby, spit that rap
I put oakland, california on the map
Its so hard, got you telling lies
Cant hold me back so you say I died
Its incredible, I came back to life
I never let em bury me without my mic
I keep breathing, dont stop that breath
Now everybodys talking about too $horts death
Am I a zombie, or something close?
Im not casper, I mack all the ghosts
Oaktown style is the only way
I catch a new freak every day
Its not the yellow brick road, its called the foothill strip
Stand on your toes, make your heels go click
Three times, its no place like home
So why you wanna bury me all alone
I bring a new meaning to underground rap
Dead or alive, Im still born to mack
Always on the pop charts, straight rapping
Im not dead, Im just macking
So as the word turns, Im a living soul
I even heard a rumor that I overdosed
Im not a reincarnation of something old
Like king tut I was buried in gold
Why you wanna cry when Im still living?
Word got out and the rumors started spreading
My momma, called one night
Said todd, are you all right?
The whole familys got the too $hort blues
I heard it last night on the evening news
And thats bad, its not even true
I told my momma like this lets sue
So many times, I heard I died
I guess Im like a cat and I got nine lives
Well Im the p-l-a, y-e-r
I lay bunnies, like hugh heffner
Im her flavor, kinda saucy
I lay back and let the young freak toss me
Even if she dont like serving a pimp
Im still living, so lets do it again
I keep rapping, hard as hell
Cause your rumors make my records sell
If you continue, Ill soon be rich
Riding around town going biiiitch!
People always say too $hort cant rap
Now I drive a benz and my bank is fat

[...] Read more

song performed by Too Short
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Step Up

Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an emcee
With your lack of skill and facility
You're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they're getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You want to be an emcee you've got to study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this? [2x]
Step

song performed by Linkin Park from Hybrid Theory (EP)
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I Want Your Body

Now get on up and do this dance
Move your body feel the trance
Feel the bases are clap and snapping
Take a race for me and hear me rapping
I wanna take you I wanna make you
I wanna get this beat to shake you
Burn the house down and make some noise
Feel the rhythm you got no choice
I want your body cant you feel it
I want your body uh my baby uh my baby
I want your body cant you feel it
I want your body uh my baby uh my baby
Its show time get up and get crazy
Come on the dancefloor dont be lazy
The beat is pumping and the crowd is jumping
The ore are humping that is what you want them
And you know that the beat get your life for free
But if you dont make sure that you get a receive
Like one two lets get on the move
Back on the track and end with the groove
Now get on up and do this dance
Move your body feel the trance
Feel the bases are clap and snapping
Take a race for me and hear me rapping
I wanna take you i wanna make you
I wanna get this beat to shake you
Burn the house down and make some noise
Feel the rhythm you got no choice

song performed by DJ Bobo
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Hip Hop Lyrical Robot (Pato Banton)

Chorus
Can you dig it, alright I can dig it
Cause I'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a real cool cat
Yes I'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a real cool cat
I want the girls to hear me rap
Cause this mc has got the nack
I'm your body-popping shell shocking
Girls hocking eye popping lick me all over like a lollipop
I'm your juicy fruit
Alright, alright, alright
I said hey white man, indian or black
I'm your number 1 MC and that's a fact
I'm a goodlooking, girl hooking outstanding
Mike chatting lyrical shock attack
All MCs freeze there on the spot
One false move and you must get drop
I'm always devastating, fascinating
Vibemaking, painstaking, watch it man I'm hot
Chorus
Its a struggle in life when your skin is black
The system is designed to hold you back
how sya do shake hands on the shoulder a pat
One love to my face then a stab in the back
Seven points in snooker when you put down the black
But I still thank God for the little I got
Chorus
I don't stop rapping to the musical beat
And I'm in the mood to turn you on
In the groove thats so complete
Wind you hips, shake your body
Or clap you hands even stamp your feet
Just like a bed thats just been spread
You know I'm neat, neat, neat
Just like a tap that's running hot
Man can't you feel the heat
Not just now but every minute every hour Everyday and every week
I don't give a hoot for loot and shoot
Or prostitutes in skin tight suits
Standing on the corner
They call their beat
I'm not a pimp drug pusher
Gambler or even thief
To the teachers I will preach
And to the teachers I will teach
Cause I'm a hip hop lyrical robot
That is why so unique
Well police and theives are playing
The game of hide and seek
When an imformer gives imformation
Then its called a leak

[...] Read more

song performed by Ub40
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Short Dogs In The House

Moving up! east oakland, yeah thats right (repeat 4x)
Oakland, california, west coast life
You either play the game or you smoke the pipe
I became a rapper at the age 14
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, 10 years later
Ask any mc if I rap greater
See Im known in fresno, even the big o
>from san diego to sacramento
Theyll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life wont one say no
Aint nothing like a too $hort fan
I aint tripping, you can play it again
Dont fight the feeling, life is me
I rock shows in nashville, tennessee
It wasnt hee haw, so dont laugh
At the good ol boys getting autographs
In cinncinatti, I know you heard
I got fined for the cusswords
Its true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man, or just thump your freak
I come to your town, Im not under
I want your name and your telephone number
You think Im faking, but Ill call
We only got one night to do it all
I know baby its such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys called the dangerous crew
I used to be local til I signed with jive
Too $hort then went nationwide
I went to georgia with the too $hort sound
I went down like bobby brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all started out in the golden state
California, where I was born and raised
I used to play the drum in my younger days
I just hit that beat any way I can
Smooth high-stepping in the marching band
I turned in my drum and I started to rap
Now beats I make, make my bank so fat
Its too $hort, on the mic tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
>from chicago, to indiana
>from mississippi, to alabama
Louisiana, even texas
Females, call me sexist
But dont they love it, you know me

[...] Read more

song performed by Too Short
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Untitled

When his heart is growing bitter and his hair is growing grey,
And he hears the debt-collector knocking several times a day,
And the shrill voice of the Missus, blame, reiterate, accuse—
Then the poet who was famous feels inclined to damn the muse— .....

When he hears a sudden rapping—rapping at his chamber door,
Then he knows it's no good trying to write poems any more,
Then he bursts from out his chamber and he grabs his battered hat,
And he cadges Two Bob somewhere and gets beered up on his pat.

poem by Henry Lawson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Constant Is This Hip Hop And Pop

It is today,
Very constant.
Constant is this hip hop and pop.

And with some added rapping touches...
This phenomenon is not going to stop.
No not very soon.

I'd like to admit I like Tchaikovsky's,
Attitude.
With a little bit of Brahms,
When I'm in that mood.
Move over Beetoven when I'm open to Chopin,
And Mozart too!

I'd like to admit I like Tchaikovsky's,
Attitude.
With a little bit of Brahms,
When I'm in that mood.
Move over Beetoven when I'm open to Chopin,
And Mozart too!

It is today,
Very constant.
Constant is this hip hop and pop.

And with some added rapping touches...
This phenomenon is not going to stop.
No not very soon.

Constant is this hip hop.
And the attitudes.
Constant is this hip hop.
What is one going to do?
Knowing there's no end that stops.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Wiggle That Jiggles On a Back Stacked

Sitting back chatting,
And rapping about their six packs.
Digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom...
To hit up for a boot knocking.

Wanting some of 'that'...
Wiggle that jiggles on a back stacked!
And digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom.

In people's minds,
They seem to be seeking...
A place to shack,
All the time.
That's where their minds are at.

In people's minds,
Nothing more than that...
Seems to attract.

Sitting back chatting,
And rapping about their six packs.
With a wanting of some of 'that'...
Wiggle that jiggles on a back stacked!
And digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Darlin'

Rickie Lee Jones
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue
To find the Stax and Sun
They were reaching to get to
They was a rapping the flat scat
Diamond dialectos of points and taps
Between the chicken and the back
They drew themselves a be-bop
Midnight map
They said

song performed by Tom Jones
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

When I'm not longer rapping, I want to open up an ice cream parlor and call myself Scoop Dogg.

quote by Snoop Dogg
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I started rapping because I wanted people to hear what I have to say, I want as many people to hear me as possible, and I do everything in my power to make that pop.

quote by Talib Kweli
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

That's what my music... I'm working on a solo record right now, it's gonna be more hip-hop than anything, like electronic hip-hop, futuristic hip-hop. I'm probably gonna be rapping on it.

quote by Alan Vega
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I'm not completely at ease at rapping, I can't do it well yet.

quote by Namie Amuro
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

If you're really a rapper, you can't stop rapping.

quote by Ice T
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

There is no singing anymore, everything is yelling and shouting and rapping and that is real boring to a guy like me.

quote by Sebastian Bach
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

I just don't want to be rapping forever. I love it, but sometimes you got goals for yourself.

quote by Obie Trice
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!