What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 08:37
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
How do you stop your balls from sweating?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Is crossdressing being a transvestite?
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who designed our DNA structure?
How do you feel about Donald Trump signing an executive order that says there are only two genders?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Do other British people agree that the UK should reconquer Ireland?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Know your enemies
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
How do teachers justify punishing a student for fighting back against their bullies?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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 it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What does life mean without death?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I never knew my life mattered”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“…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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats