What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 06:33
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why don't I want to talk to my girlfriend when she loves me a lot? I feel bored.
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Is it normal to hate my dog, but feel too guilty to get rid of him?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll see you when I get there,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The other one don't understand me,
Why after 50 years of being straight do I constantly desire to suck cock?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
What pet would you strongly not recommend?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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“…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”
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What does life mean without death?
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,