What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:49
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What do most wives fantasize about?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What nonsense did you hear today in India that made you laugh?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Know your enemies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Is it ethical for same-sex couples to raise children?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What did your best friend do that ended your friendship?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“…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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The other one don't understand me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,