What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 08:28
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whats the rule that makes "please" pronounced the same as "pleas"?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“…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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
I never knew my life mattered”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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,
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The other one don't understand me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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What does life mean without death?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Overthinking is killing me day-by-day. What should I do?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why is the government destroying the homeless instead of helping them?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Mothership alien sorceress
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,