What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 00:26
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Consequatur corporis quos perspiciatis tenetur vel totam.
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“…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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
How do we greet in German, French, Spanish, and Italian?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why am I always so tired and I don't eat enough?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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'”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
What species of fish are horse mackerels?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
No smile is genuine or real,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
What does life mean without death?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who designed our DNA structure?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,