What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 00:10
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why do companies cull employees during financial downturns without saying so?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Know your enemies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What are some important works of Marcel Proust (novelist)?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“…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”
Can shaving hair by Veet in our vagina cause diseases?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What do most wives fantasize about?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Who designed our DNA structure?
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The other one don't understand me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Movin objects mentally
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I never knew my life mattered”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What does life mean without death?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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'”
Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell