What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 00:07
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
What are some downsides to living in Newfoundland and Labrador (besides the weather)?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If Donald Trump becomes the President, will it affect the jobs for Indians in IT sector?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What does life mean without death?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If you get a chance to have sex with either Kajal Agarwal or Samantha, who would you choose and why?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
NASA Discovers That Venus’ Surface Is Still Alive: New Evidence of Active Geology - The Daily Galaxy
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
NASA is firm: life on Earth will no longer be possible starting from this date - Glass Almanac
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Bill Oram: Seriously, who is going to beat the Beavers? - OregonLive.com
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The other one don't understand me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Mothership alien sorceress
Movin objects mentally
Me and my peeps is all trife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers