What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 09:43
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why The Simpsons stopped producing Maude Flanders episodes?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Did Meghan Markle Use Her College boyfriend For Star Power?
“…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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The other one don't understand me,
Why do almost all vertebrates have tails, but not apes and frogs?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Have you ever had a bad gut feeling about someone and it was right?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
How come Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday? That's not 3 days and three nights.
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
Why would my nipples hurt when I touch them?
I seen it all in my short life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
No smile is genuine or real,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
“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'”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do it once, I do it twice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
Me and my peeps is all trife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Know your enemies
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies