What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 00:09
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What is your review of The Office (U.S. TV series)?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
How does it feel to be in a marriage without any love?
I seen it all in my short life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Can a meme heal what therapy can't?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
How is the legalization of same-sex marriage impacting societal norms in the USA?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why are there so many single moms in America?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Has your wife made you a cuckold?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
What are some funny and smart quotes?
Me and my peeps is all trife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
What do you remember that 95% of us have forgotten?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What does life mean without death?
If you could instantly cancel one social norm, what would it be?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“…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”
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll see you when I get there,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Know your enemies
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Three months later we run our own caper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
Mothership alien sorceress
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,