What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 23:59
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why does my vagina and around my butthole itch? I don't have weird discharge and I'm still a virgin.
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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
Why do many women wear sleeveless shirts, more so than men?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“…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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What is the most ridiculous obviously false verse in the Bible?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
No smile is genuine or real,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I seen it all in my short life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Know your enemies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
“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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,