What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 08:01
Movin objects mentally
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What was the worst decision you ever did?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
How do you identify a woman player?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What is your craziest college sex story?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll see you when I get there,
“…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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
—— which songs do certain kuorans remind you of?
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What do you think, TikTok is nothing but another porn site? Do you agree or not? Why?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What does life mean without death?
Why do men prefer women below the age of 30?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What is the story of how you met your spouse?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Do conservative white women like black men?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I seen it all in my short life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I never knew my life mattered”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Mothership alien sorceress
Soldier with the gas-mask
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,