What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 11:41
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why did we evolve to have so many nerve endings in our anuses?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
No smile is genuine or real,
What are scads fish? What types are there?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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'”
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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I never knew my life mattered”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What are examples of real life forced feminization?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Is it sinful for Christians to look at beautiful women?
I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Have you worn a tight black mini skirt?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What do people with very high IQs do all day?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Movin objects mentally
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“…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”