What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 20:09
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Police chief Grant Hardin caught after escaping Arkansas prison - BBC
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What are women's true thoughts and feelings on bestiality?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does life mean without death?
Mothership alien sorceress
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
What is the difference between the Bible and the Qur'an?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
Who is the most trusted person in your life, and do they have the same trust on you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Movin objects mentally
Are you more of a butt guy or a boob guy?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why would a girl not want you to know she has a crush on you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust 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
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I seen it all in my short life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Blue Origin boss: Government should forget launch and focus on “exotic” missions - Ars Technica
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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'”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I never knew my life mattered”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions