What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 13:14
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“…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”
Consequuntur dolor explicabo ipsa autem vel eos et.
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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“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 seen it all in my short life
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Me and my peeps is all trife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Movin objects mentally
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
No smile is genuine or real,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Mothership alien sorceress
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Soldier with the gas-mask