What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 13:17
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
Why are women attracted to ugly guys?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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
What celebrity do you admire the most?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Three months later we run our own caper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
🌿🌻Why are Meghan and Harry not treated like royalty in the United States anymore?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
How did Kate Mulgrew feel about Jeri Ryan joining the cast of Star Trek: Voyager?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In space, no one can hear you scream — But it still gets incredibly noisy - Salon.com
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I seen it all in my short life
Apple brings Apple Intelligence to the iPhone screen at WWDC 2025 - TechCrunch
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'll see you when I get there,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What does life mean without death?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Know your enemies
Mothership alien sorceress
“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
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“…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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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 career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?