What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 14:37
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
How can I control my daily masturbating habit?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm British and feel ashamed of the crimes of British colonialism. What should I do?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
How did you know you weren't the narc?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why can’t conservatives accept the fact that they are stupid?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Do you remember one day, you put a deep smile on someone's face and made them very happy?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Which current F1 drivers should switch teams based on historical patterns?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
How can I be okay with being ugly? What is the bright side?
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Until we realized how to get the real 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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The other one don't understand me,
“…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”
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Mothership alien sorceress
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Know your enemies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell