What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 10:17
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why do people with trauma easily recognize other people with trauma through eye contact?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who writes and reads novels nowadays?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why do Democrats never produce a good argument for why Trump was a bad president?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If it ain't
What are the reasons why am I so tired before my period?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
UK civil servants who used AI saved two weeks a year, government study finds - Financial Times
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Know your enemies
If women aren't shallow, why do most tall, good-looking men have girlfriends?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Temu’s daily US users cut in half following end of ‘de minimis’ loophole - New York Post
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Why do men like low maintenance women?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Have you ever dealt with a Christian narcissist?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
No smile is genuine or real,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Movin objects mentally
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,