What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 02:55
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
The other one don't understand me,
Why did McLaren hope that the Ferrari pair would pit twice during the Italian Grand Prix?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Nintendo Switch 2 sales shatters records, most-sold console in 24-hour period - TweakTown
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Good news, bad news for NASCAR Cup teams ahead of Mexico City weekend - NBC Sports
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Why Mets are positioned to fare better than Yankees in latest Dodgers series - New York Post
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I have a "fat pussy" and I'm super self cautions about it. Do guys think it's gross?
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
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why has my ex moved on so fast after years of being together with me?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What do flat earthers think about Antarctica?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Ryan Blaney hits right notes in Nashville, lands first Cup Series win of season - NASCAR.com
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who designed our DNA structure?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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”
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Movin objects mentally
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I never knew my life mattered”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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'”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Gangbangers that spit slang
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death