What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 04:39
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
When was you wife swapping fantasy started?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
What was Easter day like for you as a child?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why, after a divorce, would one still want to ruin the other one’s life?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust 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
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Have you ever witnessed political correctness harm someone?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why do men like to suck another man’s dick?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Does a person with schizophrenia hear voices?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What baseball stories from the early days of the sport seem too bizarre to be true?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Movin objects mentally
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Soldier with the gas-mask
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Know your enemies
I never knew my life mattered”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Mothership alien sorceress
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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'”