What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 10:53
Know your enemies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In bed, not in music, which is better, a drummer or a bass player?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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'”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
How does it feel to watch your wife get fucked hard?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What story do you have involving a public restroom?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Do you think your landlord should have a key to your room?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
How do schizophrenia symptoms change throughout the day?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Have you ever accidentally seen your mother-in-law doing something that was private to her?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Is the Donald Trump Bible any different from a regular Bible? Has Trump altered its contents?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
How do you feel about the impending end of what Donald Trump calls "the Green New scam"?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
At what stage in your life did you realize, "No, I can't do this any more" and walk out? Why?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Movin objects mentally
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll see you when I get there,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Three months later we run our own caper,
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“…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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,