What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 04:39
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why are the democrats keep insisting that there are more than two genders?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Why do narcissists and especially covert narcissists always play the victim?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What is a good tool for product analytics besides Google Analytics?
Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
What are some life hacks for living on your own?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
How does it feel to watch your wife get fucked hard?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Does the West have a defense against China's PL17 air-air missile?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Have you ever had sex with your mother-in-law? If so, how was it and did your wife ever find out?
Movin objects mentally
Who designed our DNA structure?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How would you describe modern day Russian society, beyond just politics?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does life mean without death?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“…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”
Why do some straight men like to suck dick but don't find other males attractive?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Mothership alien sorceress
It seems that I am cursed with bad luck. How do I break such a curse?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why did my ex replace me so fast?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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 seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
No smile is genuine or real,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',