What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 05:39
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Which movies have the best endings?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who designed our DNA structure?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What does the Bible say about the Antichrist? How will we know when he arrives on the scene?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want 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'”
Were knights’ lances practical weapons, or were they just for sports?
Know your enemies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why do men say women hit the wall at 24?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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 do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The other one don't understand me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I seen it all in my short life
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,