What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 08:51
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I can not sleep. what is the problem?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Have you ever dealt with a Christian narcissist?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gangbangers that spit slang
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What are some prime examples of gibberish from the bible?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why do men like low maintenance women?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Is it ok for someone to crossdress in public?
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
No smile is genuine or real,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Know your enemies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who designed our DNA structure?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“…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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Movin objects mentally
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I never knew my life mattered”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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'”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The other one don't understand me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,