What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 00:09
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Can I see some saggy tit pics and huge areolas pics?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why are some people afraid of monsters?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
How many wishes do people get on their birthday?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Can adults grow new brain cells? - Live Science
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Are seed oils really bad for you? - BBC
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The USB-C dream is dead and it’s too late to revive it - Android Authority
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What one thing makes someone a very mature person?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If there exists a “New York of Australia”, is it Sydney or Melbourne?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
No smile is genuine or real,
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
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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'”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
The other one don't understand me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through