What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:36
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
What are some fun/kinky things to do with your partner?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If it ain't
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What are 10 interesting facts about you?
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What does life mean without death?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why do I feel so tired all the time even after a good night’s sleep?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
I never knew my life mattered”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Know your enemies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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'”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'll see you when I get there,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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 seen it all in my short life
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I do it once, I do it twice,
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
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“…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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,