What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 19:59

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