What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 06:36
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Do you have any problem dating a younger man?
“…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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How do flat Earthers explain the existence of other spherical planets?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why are black people seen as scary or a threat to some people?
Movin objects mentally
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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I never knew my life mattered”
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Is Matt Gaetz qualified to be Attorney General of the United States?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Since the Brits can't steer their oil tanker, what makes them think they can take on Russia?
Soldier with the gas-mask
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Know your enemies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The other one don't understand me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll see you when I get there,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,