What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 14:50
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What is your review of X-Men '97 season 1?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Is the saying "nice guys finish last" true? Can good intentions always lead to positive outcomes?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why aren't there any Indian girls married to Chinese guys but Chinese girls married to Indian guys?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
How did you become popular in school?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What is your daily motivation and does it work?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What do you respect the most about Elon Musk?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Soldier with the gas-mask
How do you get a teenage boy to care about hygiene?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Is it okay for my husband to help other ladies without telling me?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'll see you when I get there,
What is your analysis of Walter White from Breaking Bad?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Mothership alien sorceress
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“…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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The other one don't understand me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Movin objects mentally
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,