What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 03:23
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I never knew my life mattered”
Why is Russia always right? All eyes toward Russian glory!
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
How was cancer treatment different in the US and the UK?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Are fanservice-y characters (i.e. Lara Croft, Tifa Lockhart) immediately bad?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
Is anyone else losing complete respect for the US at this point?
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I seen it all in my short life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
Orton advances in the King of the Ring after the Paul Heyman Guys screw LA Knight - Cageside Seats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
How do you emotionally react to when others seem to feel sorry for you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll see you when I get there,
What is your secret to glowing skin?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Can you show pictures of your penis, big or small?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What might be the social consequences of an ethnic as opposed to a civic conception of the nation?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What made you feel disgusted today?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Me and my peeps is all trife
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The other one don't understand me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Laser weapons and ecstasy
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“…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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Movin objects mentally
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,