What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 02:49
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What kind of lights would you like to use for your home decor?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What are some ways to cope with paranoid thoughts about being gangstalked or targeted individuals?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why are white women so overly emotional?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What is your best gay fantasy?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why do I like to eat my own cum?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Scientists map how alcohol changes bodily sensations - PsyPost
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What is the sum of X+XX+XXX+XXXX?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
Why do people who were very kind and loving once become cold-hearted?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Aubrey Anderson-Emmons cleverly comes out as bi with help from this 'Modern Family' scene - Yahoo
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What's the most trivial thing that ever made you go to the doctor?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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'”
Can you share the entire summary of your spiritual life?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
No smile is genuine or real,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What does life mean without death?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll see you when I get there,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“…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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Three months later we run our own caper,