What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 01:54
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Did you ever accidentally have sex with your brother/sister in India?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What are the symptoms of Sjogren’s?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Are there any examples of outdated values in the Bible?
If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Three months later we run our own caper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The other one don't understand me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll see you when I get there,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
“…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”
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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'”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',