What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 01:07
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What is your twin flame story?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Does eating bread before bed make you fat? If so, why?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
How do you write lyrics for a song that resonates with listeners?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The other one don't understand me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Know your enemies
What can anal toys bring to straight men?
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“…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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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'”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Mothership alien sorceress
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I seen it all in my short life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Three months later we run our own caper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do it once, I do it twice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues