What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 05:03
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In what ways is Bollywood becoming westernized?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why am I sweating so much at night even though my room is really cold?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why do I want to suck cock tonight?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
No smile is genuine or real,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
How do you emotionally react to when others seem to feel sorry for you?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What did your sister do to you that you can never forget?
I never knew my life mattered”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Me and my peeps is all trife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help 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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
How long would you let a homeless friend stay at your house?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Mothership alien sorceress
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“…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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The other one don't understand me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What does life mean without 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'”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,