What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 03:43
“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”
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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What does life mean without death?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What is your most intimate experience with your best friend?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Where's the Civil War everyone on the left said would happen?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Liberals, why don't you like Conservatives?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What sexual experience did you have at a highway rest area?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Know your enemies
Why hasn't Japan legalized same-sex marriage?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
I seen it all in my short life
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
Who designed our DNA structure?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“…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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face