What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 11:40
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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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,
“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”
How do I run away? I'm 15 and live in Oklahoma.
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Can you name an example of bad parenting?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I seen it all in my short life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What does life mean without death?
Mothership alien sorceress
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Me and my peeps is all trife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“…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”
The other one don't understand me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,