What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 13:03
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Are there any men who have sex with male dogs?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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'”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What trains transport cars and passengers near Pompano Beach, Florida that goes to New York?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Which country do you recommend for me to live in, England, the USA, Italy, Spanish, or Austria?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
How do women feel when they are in love?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
If it ain't
Should India conduct another air strike to attack Pakistan over the Pahalgam attack?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Do you have any problem dating a younger man?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How much of lounge pianists playing is from repertoire, and how much is improvised?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Know your enemies
“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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Which Bibles can one read and be confident they are reading the inerrant word of God?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
I do it once, I do it twice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Movin objects mentally
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Soldier with the gas-mask
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What does life mean without death?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“…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”
If it ain't
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who designed our DNA structure?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dead astronauts, pyramids