What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 11:11
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does 'Whose flesh is like the flesh of donkeys’ mean (Ezekiel 23:20)?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
When was the first time your wife had beastiality?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“…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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
No smile is genuine or real,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What are women's true thoughts and feelings on bestiality?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What does life mean without death?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Which bands became massively popular for covering songs rather than recording originals?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
How do I explain to my husband that my 19-year-old son has accidentally gotten me pregnant?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why is it so hard to date nowadays?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Are you happy that soon we will never hear from Kamala Jones again?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
I never knew my life mattered”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gangbangers that spit slang
The other one don't understand me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I seen it all in my short life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,