What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 04:36
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why does Rahul Gandhi have so many haters?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why do people procrastinate and how can they stop?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Do married men like sucking dick?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What parts of the Bible, if any, are inappropriate to read to children? Why?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why is that Hag Hillary Clinton so quiet these days? She is the dog that isn't barking
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I never knew my life mattered”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Movin objects mentally
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Do any other guys like to eat cum of another man from their wife's pussy?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Know your enemies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The other one don't understand me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Me and my peeps is all trife
Mothership alien sorceress
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
“…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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I seen it all in my short life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,