What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 07:19
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What do people usually do when they wake up at 5:00 am?
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who’s the smartest Hollywood celebrity?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What is the most inappropriate thing your wife has done in front of you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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I do it once, I do it twice,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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'”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'll see you when I get there,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I seen it all in my short life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Know your enemies
I never knew my life mattered”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Movin objects mentally
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,