What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:58
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Mark Hughes dissects how Verstappen's win bid imploded - The Race
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
All-time great wrestler Hakuho quits Japan Sumo Association with plans to form global body - AP News
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Derek Carr explains his decision to give up $30 million and retire - NBC Sports
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
Nuclear rocket engine for Moon and Mars - European Space Agency
I'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“…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”
Treasury yields slide as ADP payrolls fall to lowest in more than two years - CNBC
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Higher-Earning Shoppers Hit the Dollar Store as Spending Tightens - WSJ
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I seen it all in my short life
Michaels buys Joann brand, plans to expand crafting supply to meet demand - ABC News
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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'”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Asteroid Larger Than Golden Gate Bridge Approaches Earth In Rare Event - Forbes
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why does my vagina always itch so badly after my periods?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Physicists Propose Cheaper Alternative to Particle Colliders: Supermassive Black Holes - Gizmodo
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The ‘golden summer of cheap flights’: Now’s the time for last-minute deals - CNN
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
John Brenkus, host of Emmy-winning ‘Sport Science’ on ESPN, died by suicide - New York Post
The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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 for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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,
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
Soldier with the gas-mask
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Know your enemies
“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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What does life mean without death?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Movin objects mentally
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?