What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 14:42

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