What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 06:16
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why do people always talk about Ohio as it's a dangerous city?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why does it itch on my vulva, uterus, and sides of my vagina, but it doesn't itch inside the vagina?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Have you ever secretly watched someone while they were doing something private?
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
How do you write lyrics for a song that resonates with listeners?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Is it because Trump is impulsive that he is never on time?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why are leftist movements so popular among young people?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why does my ex boyfriend do this?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If a cat is feminine in German, what article do you give to a male cat?
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Which movies have the best endings?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
How do I become mentally strong?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
What does life mean without death?
“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'”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I never knew my life mattered”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do it once, I do it twice,
The other one don't understand me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who designed our DNA structure?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want 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
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll see you when I get there,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I seen it all in my short life
Soldier with the gas-mask
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,