What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 05:55
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
How did my ex move on very fast?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What are the strangest parts of The Bible?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do it once, I do it twice,
Can bosses get fired for being too hard on employees?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Isn't it a turn on to have sex with a girl in a skirt or in a tight spandex?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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'”
No smile is genuine or real,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What should I do to get over a relationship?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why singing is good for your brain, even if you are no Beyoncé - The Washington Post
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Can a cop pull you over walking home asking why you are out so late?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Why am I not attracted to masculine men? Why do I like more feminine attributes on a man?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What are your funniest "lost in translation" moments if you grew up speaking more than one language?
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
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What sexual experience did you have at a highway rest area?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I seen it all in my short life
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I never knew my life mattered”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Know your enemies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Movin objects mentally
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What does life mean without death?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll see you when I get there,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like