What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:22
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm British and I hate my glasses. Are prescription glasses better in New York City?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Do women like watching men sucking men?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What exactly is female squirting? Is it only urine or a combination of liquids?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“…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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Three months later we run our own caper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why did you put a guy’s dick in your mouth the first time?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What blowjob techniques do you use for your man to cum inside your mouth?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
No smile is genuine or real,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
How can I control my daily masturbating habit?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I never knew my life mattered”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The other one don't understand me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'll see you when I get there,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,