What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 10:42
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why do Democrats look like snowflakes and Republicans look like Vikings?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Making a Diving Catch For Space - NASA Watch
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Have you ever witnessed political correctness harm someone?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Can someone write me a sex story?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Is the Shia claim true that Imam Ali was born inside the Kaaba?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What celebrity do you admire the most?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
How does an experienced gay/bi guy handle a bi-courius guy on his first time?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Why do I smell bad even though I have good hygiene?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
No smile is genuine or real,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The other one don't understand me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Know your enemies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I never knew my life mattered”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through