What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:13
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
"More problems than it was helping”: Behind the growing distrust of antidepressants - Salon.com
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Why is Canada letting too many Indians in Canada?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Massive Asteroid Bigger Than the Empire State Building is Racing Toward Earth - The Daily Galaxy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
No smile is genuine or real,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Why do liberals think it is okay to steal votes while the rest of us obey the law(s)?
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
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What were your fantasies when you reached puberty?
I seen it all in my short life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Movin objects mentally
Housing market tide is turning as home prices fall in top cities - Fortune
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
Why do some guys treat girls so badly?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“…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”
US lawmakers fire back a response to Trump's NASA cuts - theregister.com
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Show 1433: What Are the Hidden Dangers in the Air We Breathe? - The People's Pharmacy
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Has your wife made you a cuckold?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What is something you want to "get off your chest"?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Know your enemies
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,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,