What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:33
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why would my husband cheat on me with an ugly fat woman?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Is Trump the greatest spiritual leader since Jesus?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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I seen it all in my short life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What is one thing you've learned from life?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Soldier with the gas-mask
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What are the most common signs that a partner will cheat before it happens?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The other one don't understand me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Mothership alien sorceress
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
No smile is genuine or real,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”