What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 04:32
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What are the pros and cons of banning homosexuality?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What is the best way to get my wife to become a hotwife?
Who designed our DNA structure?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why is there so much free porn on the internet?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Is it okay for me to wear girls’ underwear?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
GM has another affordable EV in the works and it’s not the next-gen Chevy Bolt - Electrek
“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'”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
No smile is genuine or real,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Do countries with free health care generally have co-pays or deductibles to discourage use?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
How can I get my ex-husband to love me again?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why do you think Islam oppresses women when Christianity clearly does it more?
Me and my peeps is all trife
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What are the strangest parts of The Bible?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I seen it all in my short life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'll see you when I get there,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,