What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 02:21
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Has anyone liked being made a cocksucker?
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
How do I cope with the fact that I will never have a girlfriend?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Can you write a short story with a twist ending?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Know your enemies
What are the best examples of reverse psychology?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
How was your JEE 2024 result like?
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What are the differences between INFJ-T and INFJ A?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Soldier with the gas-mask
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Me and my peeps is all trife
No smile is genuine or real,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll see you when I get there,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Mothership alien sorceress
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”