What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:58
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who designed our DNA structure?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What do you think, TikTok is nothing but another porn site? Do you agree or not? Why?
“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'”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What's the most sordid activity you've ever seen or heard about at a bachelorette party?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why does TikTok allow porn stars in its platform? Isn't it aimed at teenagers?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What are some sex stories from your college days?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What can you do if someone makes a false accusation against you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I never knew my life mattered”
Know your enemies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna 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
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Mothership alien sorceress
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Until we realized how to get the real money;