What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 00:11
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The other one don't understand me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why do men love boobs (irrespective of big or small)?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What is the most inappropriate thing your wife has done in front of you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My boyfriend won’t tell me his past and it hurts me so I broke up with him what do I do?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What is your best forbidden sex story that felt so right?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Are you afraid of being alone?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do it once, I do it twice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
Movin objects mentally
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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 wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Mothership alien sorceress
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Know your enemies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Soldier with the gas-mask
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who designed our DNA structure?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll see you when I get there,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“…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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,