What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 02:02
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Iusto et ipsum nesciunt est qui.
Three months later we run our own caper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Me and my peeps is all trife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Mothership alien sorceress
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Gangbangers that spit slang
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What's the biggest myth about illegal immigrants?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
Iure eveniet quod quae esse explicabo autem corrupti.
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
How come Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday? That's not 3 days and three nights.
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll see you when I get there,
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Know your enemies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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'”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“…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”
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I never knew my life mattered”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?