What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 03:01
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why do some men like anal sex?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What does life mean without death?
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll see you when I get there,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Know your enemies
How do you recognize when your mental health might need attention?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What's wrong with white women?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
No smile is genuine or real,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The other one don't understand me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Three months later we run our own caper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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'”
“…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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally