What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 02:44
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why do diabetic people sweat so much?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Have you been with a stranger yet?
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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I'll see you when I get there,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
Do women really cheat more than men?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What was the hottest inappropriate sex you ever had?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Do guys prefer big boobs or small boobs? Why?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What do you think about a sister's love?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
How do I build muscle easily with isometrics?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What are your views on music video reactors on YouTube?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What does life mean without death?
How is sex with a woman for gay men?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The other one don't understand me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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 it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
“…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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I seen it all in my short life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't