What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 07:34
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why am I so afraid that gun owners have set traps to kill me outside my house or my car?
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why do men say women hit the wall at 24?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What are some best sources of great porn?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The other one don't understand me,
Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Do humans know everything they need to know?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why can't they repair the damage caused by Elon Musk renaming Twitter to X?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Three months later we run our own caper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I seen it all in my short life
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“…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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Until we realized how to get the real money;
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Movin objects mentally
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll see you when I get there,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Mothership alien sorceress
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,