What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 10:40
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why is that Hag Hillary Clinton so quiet these days? She is the dog that isn't barking
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why are people with Asperger syndrome unenthusiastic?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What pleasure do guys get by sucking female breasts?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
What does life mean without death?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
How can someone effectively handle a targeted individual?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It sounds like WWE has an explosive angle planned for SmackDown - Cageside Seats
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why did the UK Supreme Court rule that transgender women are not women?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The other one don't understand me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
“…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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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'”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Movin objects mentally
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,