What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 00:02
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Who is the most dangerous or evilest person of all time?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What does life mean without death?
What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
Do crossdressers like wearing pantyliners and tampons in their butts?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What is something you have to share?
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
How do Flat Earthers explain time zones?
“…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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Trump White House opens door to historic military deployment on U.S. soil - The Washington Post
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who designed our DNA structure?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I never knew my life mattered”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
“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'”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife