What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 07:41
Me and my peeps is all trife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why do Muslims not get HIV/AIDS in spite of having 4 wives and multiple relationships?
Mothership alien sorceress
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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
Did you know that we white women prefer Black boyfriends?
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,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
How do people develop stage 4 cancer without noticing until it’s too late?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Will friendly dogs protect their owners?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
How is it not psychopathic to use someone for sex, even if they agree?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“…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”
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll see you when I get there,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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”
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I seen it all in my short life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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'”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gangbangers that spit slang
No smile is genuine or real,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,