What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 03:04
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
How is it not psychopathic to use someone for sex, even if they agree?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
—— which songs do certain kuorans remind you of?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Have husbands and wives ever had a threesome with someone in real life? How did it happen?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Mothership alien sorceress
“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'”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why do men suck dick? Me, I can't get enough
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What is the best interracial stories that you hear or know and want to share?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who designed our DNA structure?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
The other one don't understand me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Movin objects mentally
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“…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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I seen it all in my short life
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,