What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 00:26
“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'”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I am 13 and I am planning to run away. What should I do to succeed?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
How many trans people are lawful gun owners?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What is the Replika app, and how does it work?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love 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
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Can bosses get fired for being too hard on employees?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Mothership alien sorceress
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I never knew my life mattered”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll see you when I get there,
Movin objects mentally
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I seen it all in my short life
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What does life mean without death?
“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”
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”