What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 00:23
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I never knew my life mattered”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Is it safe to take a hot shower after being exposed to extremely low temperatures?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why do I sweat so much after applying moisture or sun screen on my face? I have normal skin.
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I have the power to talk to aliens through using telepathy. Why do people think I'm crazy?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Movin objects mentally
“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”
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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
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
“…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”
“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'”
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
No smile is genuine or real,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What does life mean without death?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger