What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 04:08
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
Why do some films seem to date/age so badly?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Do you think Japan will have same-sex marriage by 2030?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
He said he loves me, but why is it difficult for him to leave his wife?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Do you have any problem dating a younger man?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Mothership alien sorceress
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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'”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
No smile is genuine or real,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“…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”
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The other one don't understand me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Know your enemies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy