What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 01:53
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Know your enemies
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Movin objects mentally
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why don't some people like the 10 Commandments?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The sun's poles have flipped. A spacecraft is watching what happens next. - Mashable
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even Captain James T. Kirk was trapped in a woman's body. Don't you think he'd support trans people?
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Is it true that most Indian men are gay and they just hide their feelings?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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 sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The other one don't understand me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Three months later we run our own caper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want 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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?