What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 04:49
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I never knew my life mattered”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?
“…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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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”
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What one thing makes someone a very mature person?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Know your enemies
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Who designed our DNA structure?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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'”
What does life mean without death?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
No smile is genuine or real,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?