What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 09:09

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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'”
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Can I study a master’s in travel and tourism in Sweden within a budget of 5 lakhs INR?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why do liberals refuse to define what a woman is and what does that mean for the future of feminism?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What type of crossdresser are you?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Former Clemson DB on College Football Hall of Fame ballot - TigerNet
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll see you when I get there,
Antidepressant withdrawal may be more persistent than doctors realize - PsyPost
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
No smile is genuine or real,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I seen it all in my short life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Mothership alien sorceress
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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,