What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 11:02
The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why do I sweat so much after shower?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
Why do some women squirt and some don't?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What do you think is the #1 cause of why relationships nowadays don't seem to last long?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why are white women so overly emotional?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Do Indian guys like African girls?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I seen it all in my short life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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 never knew my life mattered”
Why do men prefer women below the age of 30?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why after 50 years of being straight do I constantly desire to suck cock?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“…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 there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Gangbangers that spit slang