What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 04:09
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Movin objects mentally
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why is Taylor Swift re-recording her albums?
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do it once, I do it twice,
How do people develop stage 4 cancer without noticing until it’s too late?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What do you say after "Hi" when chatting?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“…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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I seen it all in my short life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
No smile is genuine or real,
I never knew my life mattered”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The other one don't understand me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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'”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,