What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 03:21
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Are there really people who still believe the Earth is flat?
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
How was your JEE 2024 result like?
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
“…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”
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Why do I want to suck cock tonight?
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll see you when I get there,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Is it possible for the AfD to ever win the chancellorship in Germany?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The other one don't understand me,
Have you ever dealt with a Christian narcissist?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I never knew my life mattered”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What does life mean without death?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Movin objects mentally
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,