What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 10:23
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What are some effective ways to cope with loss and grief?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
Have you ever seen your wife being fucked?
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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'”
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If there is an abandoned house with no owner, can I live in it?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If it ain't
What are the extra benefits of a smart TV?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Do you want to have an XXX chat?
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
How did you get to be a leftist?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Is the Donald Trump Bible any different from a regular Bible? Has Trump altered its contents?
I seen it all in my short life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What’s a mistake most guys make when trying to get a girlfriend?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“…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 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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Movin objects mentally
Know your enemies
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Three months later we run our own caper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gangbangers that spit slang
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What does life mean without death?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,