What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 03:27
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If you get a chance to have sex with either Kajal Agarwal or Samantha, who would you choose and why?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Is the Philippines PH a poor 3rd world or 4th world country forever and forever?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“…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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If a female has XX chromosomes and a male has XY chromosomes, what chromosomes do transgenders have?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What is it like to be a Christian in Iran?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Movin objects mentally
Do you think the constitution and laws should be taught in school?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What is your review of working in EY?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I seen it all in my short life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who designed our DNA structure?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
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'”
The other one don't understand me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you