What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 08:05
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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'”
Super-magnetic dead star throws a violent temper tantrum as NASA X-ray spacecraft looks on - Space
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
FX’s ‘Alien: Earth’ Official Trailer Reveals a Predatory Twist - The Hollywood Reporter
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Retinal prosthesis woven from tellurium nanowires partially restores vision in blind mice - Phys.org
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
How can fashion design be used to make a political statement in popular culture, and society?
Movin objects mentally
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
UK has fingers in its ears over Trump’s defense threat - politico.eu
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Do you think Japan will have same-sex marriage by 2030?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
A common herb shows promise for boosting brain health and fighting Alzheimer’s - PsyPost
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
How do you find out who your handler is as a targeted individual?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll see you when I get there,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Mothership alien sorceress
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Three months later we run our own caper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,