What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 04:56
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why do people have polyamorous relationships?
I seen it all in my short life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
How do you get people to follow your Quora Space?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Is dating in college necessary? Why and why not?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Steelers TE wants no part of Jonnu Smith trade - Behind the Steel Curtain
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Galerie David Guiraud : Deep Space & Celestial Objects - The Eye of Photography
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Eagles star Saquon Barkley stunningly hints he could retire ‘out of nowhere’ - New York Post
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Has anyone liked being made a cocksucker?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What are your thoughts on the dating app "scam"?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Are there any nude pictures of women with big tits?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What do you do when you are struggling to fall asleep?
“…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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Is there a specific time frame for therapists to tell their clients they are wrong?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Movin objects mentally
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I never knew my life mattered”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,