What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 01:44
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What do people aim for when they meditate, and how do they do it properly?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
How can I get my ex-husband to love me again?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
How do I build rapport with anybody?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Do women like watching men sucking men?
Who designed our DNA structure?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do Democrats look like snowflakes and Republicans look like Vikings?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What's the most valuable lesson you've learned in life, and how has it impacted your journey so far?
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“…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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I seen it all in my short life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The other one don't understand me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
Me and my peeps is all trife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I never knew my life mattered”