What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 06:43

Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
What does life mean without death?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Is it possible for the AfD to ever win the chancellorship in Germany?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What are some great short jokes?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What are some photos of masturbation?
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
How is sex with a woman for gay men?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What are the withdrawal symptoms of Klonopin 1mg?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If you get a chance to have sex with either Kajal Agarwal or Samantha, who would you choose and why?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why won't Canada build their own fighter jet?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Know your enemies
“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'”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I never knew my life mattered”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
No smile is genuine or real,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,