What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 05:54
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Boulder attack updates: Multiple people injured in 'act of terror,' FBI says - ABC News
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
First glimpse of a charred scroll after two millennia thanks to AI and X-rays - Earth.com
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
Josh Allen And Hailee Steinfeld's Wedding Photos Have Social Media Buzzing - OutKick
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
How do you raise well-behaved children?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
BYD unleashes an EV industry reckoning that alarms Beijing - Fortune
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What does life mean without death?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Shedeur Sanders Near-Perfect During Browns Drills on Wednesday - Sports Illustrated
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
A common herb shows promise for boosting brain health and fighting Alzheimer’s - PsyPost
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What are the signs of legitimate BPO project opportunities versus scams?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“…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”
What's wrong with white women?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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
The other one don't understand me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll see you when I get there,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,