What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 09:21
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What do dreams about dead people mean?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Know your enemies
Are there many people here who suffer from schizophrenia?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why do all the stupid people think Donald J. Trump is stupid?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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“…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”
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I feel like my boyfriend doesn't love me. Why?
If it ain't
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
Why am I not attracted to masculine men? Why do I like more feminine attributes on a man?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why are people saying that Taylor Swift is the smartest person on Earth?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Mothership alien sorceress
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I seen it all in my short life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll see you when I get there,
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If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The other one don't understand me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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'”
Soldier with the gas-mask
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?