What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 09:43
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What are some funny stories of people calling 911 for non-emergencies?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Gangbangers that spit slang
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why do people stop working towards achieving their dreams?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Can humans drink battery water?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why are the Chinese so sensitive to Western criticism?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“…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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I seen it all in my short life
“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'”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,