What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 00:04
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Me and my peeps is all trife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Hic perferendis in et impedit quo.
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I seen it all in my short life
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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
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Would Taylor Swift want to be as rich as Trump? This why she vote for Kamala?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
How good is KIIT school of management at Bhubaneswar?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Has your wife made you a cuckold?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Mothership alien sorceress
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Three months later we run our own caper,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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'”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Know your enemies
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Gangbangers that spit slang
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“…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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids