What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 01:30
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What is the science behind red light therapy?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why do Muslims not get HIV/AIDS in spite of having 4 wives and multiple relationships?
I seen it all in my short life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even Captain James T. Kirk was trapped in a woman's body. Don't you think he'd support trans people?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why are French people known for having affairs?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“…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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Mothership alien sorceress
Laser weapons and ecstasy
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What does life mean without death?
I do it once, I do it twice,
What are the defining characteristics of woke liberals and conservatives in the United States?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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'”
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Know your enemies
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The other one don't understand me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who designed our DNA structure?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
No smile is genuine or real,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious