What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 10:44
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
How do flat Earthers explain the existence of other spherical planets?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What are the pros and cons of living in Male, Maldives?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Scientists stunned as underwater volcano unleashes over a million giant eggs - Glass Almanac
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
“…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”
What kind of lights would you like to use for your home decor?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who are some good social skills therapists in Pompano Beach, Florida?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why is every human messed up in some way?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why do nice guys rarely or never win?
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why are perceived or real slights interpreted as rejections and reality by pwBPD?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'll see you when I get there,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
“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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I seen it all in my short life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?