What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
07.06.2025 02:21
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll see you when I get there,
How do you get people to follow your Quora Space?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What legal actions can be taken if a neighbor's unleashed dog causes harm or injury?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What is the impact of being stereotyped as poor on an individual's life? How does it make them feel?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
What is your best forbidden sex story that felt so right?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What should a young woman do to control sagging breasts?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Physicists observe a new form of magnetism for the first time - Phys.org
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Aurora borealis lights up northern Nevada, Carson City skies - Carson Now
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Know your enemies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why was the rock band Kiss so successful?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dead astronauts, pyramids
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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'”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The other one don't understand me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“…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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
No smile is genuine or real,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Mothership alien sorceress
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,