What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
07.06.2025 06:08
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
How do you perform a lap dance for your boyfriend or husband?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why am I so unproductive when it's a holiday the next day?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What one thing makes someone a very mature person?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What does life mean without death?
Why didn’t Obito confront Kakashi after he witnessed him kill Rin?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
In what ways does Islam oppress women?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Which unexpected celebrity has done a bold or revealing photoshoot?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The other one don't understand me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What do most wives fantasize about?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Who is the most annoying character in the Office?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I never knew my life mattered”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Know your enemies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Mothership alien sorceress
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Movin objects mentally
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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,
“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 many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I seen it all in my short life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
“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”
“…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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,