What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 07:45
Laser weapons and ecstasy
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What is the hidden meaning behind 'Skibidi Ohio', and why is it trending?
If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How many boxes 600 x 400 x 200 go into a 20ft container?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Is the Trump-Zelenskyy meeting a preview of what the US is going to do to Taiwan?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Why is my ex still keeping in touch with me even though she dumped me?
“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'”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
My blog is new. I need 10 article posts for my blog. How much should I pay for it?
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What do you think of Obito Uchiha?
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why do many men like women's breasts?
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Mothership alien sorceress
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The other one don't understand 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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Know your enemies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
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 I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do it once, I do it twice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I never knew my life mattered”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life