What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 00:35

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