What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 09:27
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What are the challenges associated with the birth narratives of Jesus?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why do Indian guys love Russian girls?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Which Korean female celebrities look the best in a bikini?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Movin objects mentally
What would have happened if Shin was a good movie instead of a bad one?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Can you name an example of bad parenting?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why do very skinny girls get more male attention if it is true that men like curves?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why does Boko Haram attack its own Muslims?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Did Trump show us once again that he is a master debater?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
If it ain't
What is it like to use a Fleshlight?
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,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What is the boldest and craziest thing your mother has ever done for you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help me?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“…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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Know your enemies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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'”
The other one don't understand me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions