What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 01:34
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'm pretty sure that my dog is transgender, how would I go about transitioning it?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Why is digital marketing important?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
What are the causes of over sweating?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Were any US Generals hurt or killed yesterday in Damascus, Syria, yesterday 5/9/24?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Know your enemies
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why are there so many single moms in America?
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why are Trump's and Khan's experiences with authorities in the US and Pakistan similar?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why is every human messed up in some way?
“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 never knew my life mattered”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What's the most incredible coincidence that ever happened to you?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“…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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do it once, I do it twice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,