What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 07:17
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Has a psychic ever made a crazy prediction that turned out to be true?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What is your analysis of Walter White from Breaking Bad?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why do a lot of autistic people not know how to style their hair?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why is only the left side of my vagina bleeding, on and off?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I seen it all in my short life
Why does an older married man turn bisexual?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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'”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do most people care so much about what others think? Are they afraid of society norms?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry 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”
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I never knew my life mattered”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Movin objects mentally
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”