What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 03:49
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Atheists who have read the Bible and think that contains immoral things, why do you assume that?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Can the effects of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) be reversed?
I seen it all in my short life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why would a person always be so tired?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why do liberals think it is okay to steal votes while the rest of us obey the law(s)?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why is the Middle East prone to terrorism?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Colts will induct Jim Irsay into their Ring of Honor in Week One - NBC Sports
If it ain't
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally
“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who designed our DNA structure?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The other one don't understand me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Know your enemies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Mothership alien sorceress
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What does life mean without death?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,