What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 09:02

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