What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 03:07
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
Have you ever heard of the god Priapus being the same as the god Phosphorus?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Can you name a female actress who has had bad timing or luck in her film career?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What do you think hell is like?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
How far does good behavior take you in a prison?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
How do you have intercourse with a girl who can remember you for a long time?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“…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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why should the law care about what I do behind closed doors?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
Know your enemies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who designed our DNA structure?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I do it once, I do it twice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What does life mean without death?
Mothership alien sorceress