What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 04:10
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
I seen it all in my short life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Where can I get sure fixed matches on Instagram?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
“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'”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why are American university students fine with sharing a room?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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“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”
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Soldier with the gas-mask
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who designed our DNA structure?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
“…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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Mothership alien sorceress
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,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What does life mean without death?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”