What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 04:09
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why did the Soviet Jews hate the Soviet Union?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What was Easter day like for you as a child?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why is it difficult to get a job?
I'll see you when I get there,
What does life mean without death?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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No smile is genuine or real,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Did Leonardo da Vinci paint two Mona Lisas? Where are they?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
How did Madri, mother of Nakula and Sahadeva die?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does it feel like wearing tights?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“…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”
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Me and my peeps is all trife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
I do it once, I do it twice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I seen it all in my short life
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,