What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 01:38
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why am I not getting any atheists to debate with? Are they scared?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What do men find attractive in an older woman?
“…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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why did my bipolar girlfriend split up with me?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Can you share a story of someone who had a lucky experience while hitchhiking?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Why would my nipples hurt when I touch them?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
Why do people believe that global warming is man made?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Scottie Scheffler Calls US Open at Oakmont 'The Hardest Golf Course...Maybe Ever' - Bleacher Report
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Know your enemies
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Movin objects mentally
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Mothership alien sorceress
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The other one don't understand me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,