What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:51
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What does life mean without death?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Do crossdressers like wearing pantyliners and tampons in their butts?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why are the democrats keep insisting that there are more than two genders?
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do it once, I do it twice,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I seen it all in my short life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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'”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,