What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 08:12
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What are some things that children used to wait for, but are no longer common in today's society?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
In the last 500 years, have there been civilizations whose cruelty matched that of Nazi Germany?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
HBO and CNN owner Warner Bros Discovery to split in two - BBC
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What are the pros and cons of arranged marriages?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Top Federal Reserve official promises major overhaul of US bank regulation - Financial Times
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Know your enemies
Owen Wilson Brings Clever, Funny “Stick” in Under Par - Roger Ebert
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What do you think about a sister's love?
“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'”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“…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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
No smile is genuine or real,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The other one don't understand me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll see you when I get there,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Mothership alien sorceress
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',