What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 01:04
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Are there any penalties for bestiality in the USA and laws prohibiting it?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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'”
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What’s the best way to get over someone you love?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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“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 career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Were any US Generals hurt or killed yesterday in Damascus, Syria, yesterday 5/9/24?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Movin objects mentally
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Know your enemies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Three months later we run our own caper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“…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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”