What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 07:33
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Where did Noah build the Ark? Was it in a desert or near water?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Mothership alien sorceress
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The other one don't understand me,
Long-dead NASA satellite suddenly emits massive radio burst - Chron
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If you could go back and rewrite the Legend of Korra, what would you change, and why?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why do narcissists keep calling on the phone after years of separation?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll see you when I get there,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Know your enemies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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'”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If it ain't
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I seen it all in my short life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“…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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
I never knew my life mattered”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”