What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 08:16
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Which is the most liked web series in India?
I seen it all in my short life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
I'll see you when I get there,
Why does my crush make me jealous about having a girlfriend?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Can you share any "backstage pass" experiences you have had at concerts?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
How do you find out who your handler is as a targeted individual?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why do I sweat so much at the gym?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“…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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
How did it feel when experiencing gay sex for the first?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What pleasure do guys get by sucking female breasts?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If it ain't
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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'”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Mothership alien sorceress
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries