What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 00:15
The other one don't understand me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why can’t my wife just accept the fact that I’m going to cheat?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
When you visit a store, do you go to shop or buy?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
How do you leave a relationship when you are still in love?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
How did the Nazis figure out whether a person or community is 'Aryan' or not?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
When was the first time your wife had beastiality?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Mothership alien sorceress
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
Do you regret being married to your current wife?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why does an older married man turn bisexual?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
What's an underrated/unknown novel or series that you think deserves more attention?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Have you ever been forced to dress like a girl?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Doesn't Musk hire Security for his Tesla dealerships?
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
If it ain't
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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'”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
“…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”
I'll see you when I get there,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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 rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”