What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:31
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why don't I get sleep at nights?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What is the American mobile phone number format?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Do straight guys like to have sex with men when they smoke meth?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Do you agree with Kamala Harris that Donald Trump is dangerous?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why can't we send flat Earthers to space and show them the shape of Earth?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
Soldier with the gas-mask
S.A.-area rabies cases spark concern for officials. Here's why - MySA
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why is Hinduism not polytheistic?
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What is the central theme of the entire Bible in one word (if possible)?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What does life mean without death?
The other one don't understand me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Mothership alien sorceress
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I never knew my life mattered”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“…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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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 it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Know your enemies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,