What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 02:49
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What is it like to wear a kilt?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why did McLaren hope that the Ferrari pair would pit twice during the Italian Grand Prix?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why is my older sister so mean to me as if I was her enemy?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Is the Trump-Zelenskyy meeting a preview of what the US is going to do to Taiwan?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What causes you to be tired all the time and major headaches?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Have you ever heard of the god Priapus being the same as the god Phosphorus?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Can you DM your uncle’s wife for a video?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Can a meme heal what therapy can't?
Movin objects mentally
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Know your enemies
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Mothership alien sorceress
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The other one don't understand me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
No smile is genuine or real,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”