What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 09:40
I do it once, I do it twice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
How do I become an intelligent man?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Is it right to visit any shrine or tomb in Islam?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Three months later we run our own caper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What would you do if you were lost at sea in the Florida Keys?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Snakes in the yard … maybe more in the future - ironmountaindailynews.com
Who designed our DNA structure?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
Why does TikTok allow porn stars in its platform? Isn't it aimed at teenagers?
I never knew my life mattered”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why do men cheat on their wives with someone extremely unattractive?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What was your most memorable experience catching a fraudulent car seller?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why do some men like older women?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What's wrong with white women?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The other one don't understand me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll see you when I get there,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“…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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you