What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:50
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
What was your first gay male experience?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Teens like me, what are your expectations when entering adulthood?
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“…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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Have you had any paranormal activity situations happen personally to you or someone you know?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whats the rule that makes "please" pronounced the same as "pleas"?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I am 13 and I am planning to run away. What should I do to succeed?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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,
What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What is the most memorable thing that happened in your college days?
Movin objects mentally
Gangbangers that spit slang
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Do happily married husbands cheat?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who designed our DNA structure?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll see you when I get there,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What does life mean without death?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I never knew my life mattered”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I seen it all in my short life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,