What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:40
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why does an older married man turn bisexual?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What is the gayest experience you have seen in prison?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why hasn't Japan legalized same-sex marriage?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I see lots of pictures of women who have huge clits are they real or what?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Is it wise to SECRETLY expose a narcissist by telling others that he/she is a covert narcissist?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Can you show your wet and dripping pussy?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll see you when I get there,
Do crossdressers like wearing pantyliners and tampons in their butts?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why has no country adopted the SA80/L85 rifle?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I seen it all in my short life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Me and my peeps is all trife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What does life mean without death?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
“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'”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Movin objects mentally
Mothership alien sorceress
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions