What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 14:53
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
No smile is genuine or real,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love 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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What are some life hacks for living on your own?
What does life mean without death?
The other one don't understand me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What is the best way to keep my vagina clean and fresh?
“…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”
Know your enemies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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'”
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why am I always so tired, no matter how much I sleep?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why do some men love sucking cocks?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask