What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 05:36
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What makes outside showers appealing? Why are they not commonly seen?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Why am I not attracted to masculine men? Why do I like more feminine attributes on a man?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“…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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What are the best mattress options for a comfortable night's sleep in Pompano Beach?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Can you explain the difference between God and atma according to the Bhagavad-Gita?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What is it like to be the slave in a mistress-slave relationship?
The other one don't understand me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
How is TikTok able to censor porn?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What do most wives fantasize about?
Know your enemies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why do Indian guys love Russian girls?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why do I smell bad even though I have good hygiene?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Soldier with the gas-mask
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll see you when I get there,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I seen it all in my short life
Who designed our DNA structure?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
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 very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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'”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,