What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 03:11
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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'”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Which Bibles can one read and be confident they are reading the inerrant word of God?
Know your enemies
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Movin objects mentally
Why are American women so ugly nowadays?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
How is bestiality wrong, but killing animals for sport or trophies is considered okay?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why are some people afraid of monsters?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Can you show pictures of your penis, big or small?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“…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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I seen it all in my short life
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
No smile is genuine or real,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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 never knew my life mattered”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Soldier with the gas-mask
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Mothership alien sorceress
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you