What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 23:53
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Is love natural, or is it somehow created?
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Mothership alien sorceress
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Is it possible to become homeless after being released from jail or prison in the United States?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why, after a divorce, would one still want to ruin the other one’s life?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
When was the first time your wife had beastiality?
No smile is genuine or real,
“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'”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Who designed our DNA structure?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“…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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
“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”
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,