What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 00:52
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why do narcissists want to hurt your feelings, even after they discard you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why was Nietzsche against essentialism?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
How is sex with a woman for gay men?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
What are tips for weight loss?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Have you ever regretted not hitting on a older women?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Does anyone wear see-through clothes to show off underwear?
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why do I sweat a great deal while exercising the same on some days and not so much on others?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who are the archers in Genesis 49:23?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
How do I explain to my husband that my 19-year-old son has accidentally gotten me pregnant?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who are some good social skills therapists in Pompano Beach, Florida?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Mothership alien sorceress
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I seen it all in my short life
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll see you when I get there,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The other one don't understand me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“…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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,