What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 00:08
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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Movin objects mentally
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“…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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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“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'”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Why do so many 18 to 29-year-old men struggle in dating?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Three months later we run our own caper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Me and my peeps is all trife
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
No smile is genuine or real,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Soldier with the gas-mask
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I seen it all in my short life
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Mothership alien sorceress
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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 rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Reveal alien tribal culture,