What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 04:23
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What are some common historical misconceptions?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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'”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What do you think of the Quora group "It's Ok to Be White" for people who are proud of being white?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why after 50 years of being straight do I constantly desire to suck cock?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What was the worst spanking you got growing up?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Movin objects mentally
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What is the sluttiest thing your wife has ever done?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
“…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”
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The other one don't understand me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Mothership alien sorceress
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Know your enemies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues