What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 01:34
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Movin objects mentally
Why do wives cheat with black guys?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Do you have any problem dating a younger man?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
Why do people always talk about Ohio as it's a dangerous city?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Why is my crush beautiful to me but not to others?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What does life mean without death?
How do I overcome attachment issues?
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Gangbangers that spit slang
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
What are your funniest "lost in translation" moments if you grew up speaking more than one language?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What do feminists mean when they say they want to ‘normalize’ menstruation and its discussion?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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The other one don't understand me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why am I so tired of seeing homeless people all over the place?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If white people had been slaves, would WLM be a thing right now?
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do it once, I do it twice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,