What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:19
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Did another parent ever tell you something about your child that you didn’t know?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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 wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My blog is new. I need 10 article posts for my blog. How much should I pay for it?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Movin objects mentally
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
Why is that Hag Hillary Clinton so quiet these days? She is the dog that isn't barking
No smile is genuine or real,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Mothership alien sorceress
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
When writing a novel, how can a character be developed well, but QUICKLY?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
What 10 things have you stopped doing in your life?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What movies have not aged well?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The other one don't understand me,
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll see you when I get there,
What does life mean without death?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“…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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”