What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 01:12
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Eight killed after hot air balloon catches fire, crashes in Brazil - Al Jazeera
Mothership alien sorceress
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“…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 are 50 random facts about yourself?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ask Ethan: What are the "first stars" in the Universe? - Big Think
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
China accuses US of ‘severely violating’ trade truce - Financial Times
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I Discovered I Got Cheated On. But His Story About That Night Isn’t Adding Up. - Slate Magazine
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
New theory proposes time has three dimensions, with space as a secondary effect - Phys.org
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
U.S. stock futures dip ahead of renewed trade talks with China - MarketWatch
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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'”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ryu Ga Gotoku Studio's Project Century Gets A Strange New Title - GameSpot
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What are you struggling with in your life? What would you like to have instead?
Gangbangers that spit slang
The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
No smile is genuine or real,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,