What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 04:20
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Is there a band whose members have been present for every one of their concerts?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“…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”
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Mothership alien sorceress
What does life mean without death?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust 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'”
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Can you show your wet and dripping pussy?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Has anyone shared his wife with a friend? How was it?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll see you when I get there,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I seen it all in my short life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
I do it once, I do it twice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The other one don't understand me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who designed our DNA structure?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
No smile is genuine or real,