What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 10:32
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Movin objects mentally
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why is it difficult to get a job?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Has anyone ever had sex with their cousin? How did it start, and would you do it again?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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The other one don't understand me,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Me and my peeps is all trife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
What does life mean without death?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I seen it all in my short life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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'”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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'll see you when I get there,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gangbangers that spit slang
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do it once, I do it twice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,