What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:00
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What is the best technique for inserting a tampon into one’s anus?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Are people who cite the 2nd Amendment honestly familiar with what it establishes?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
What is it like to wear a kilt?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What’s wrong with anti-imperialism?
What does life mean without death?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Have you ever had a secret crush on anyone?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I seen it all in my short life
What do men find attractive in an older woman?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Can a mother forget her child after she puts him or her up for adoption?
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why did Donald Trump look so old during the debate?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Know your enemies
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
“…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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The other one don't understand me,
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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'”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”