What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:13
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll see you when I get there,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Tony Awards 2025 Snubs and Surprises: Nicole Scherzinger, Audra McDonald and More - Variety
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
More Americans applied for jobless benefits last week, rising to highest level in eight months - PBS
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
Win a signed pink cycling jersey of Giro winner Simon Yates - Team Visma
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Death threats to Astros pitcher Lance McCullers Jr. came from "overseas" resident - NBC Sports
Movin objects mentally
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I seen it all in my short life
Traders Scour for ‘Elusive’ Catalyst to Push S&P 500 to Record - Bloomberg
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
ABC News anchor David Muir reveals how he feels about his 'Daddy' status - Entertainment Weekly
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Me and my peeps is all trife
FX’s ‘Alien: Earth’ Official Trailer Reveals a Predatory Twist - The Hollywood Reporter
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why am I so afraid that gun owners have set traps to kill me outside my house or my car?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Know your enemies
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
No smile is genuine or real,
What does life mean without death?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“…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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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'”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The other one don't understand me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Mothership alien sorceress
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',