What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 00:22

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Have you ever seen a woman having sex with a dog?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Is it true that schizophrenia can sometimes be a demonic attack or black magic?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Bikini-clad Brooke Shields celebrates milestone birthday on beach vacation: ‘This is 60!’ - Page Six
I never knew my life mattered”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Do handsome guys intimidate women or people in general?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
When Kundalini is awakened accidentally, what can be done?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What are some funny and smart quotes?
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll see you when I get there,
Why do men like women gold diggers?
“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
If it ain't
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why am I not getting any atheists to debate with? Are they scared?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“…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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Movin objects mentally
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I seen it all in my short life
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can 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
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do