What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 16:47
Mothership alien sorceress
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
President Trump kicked Zelensky out of the White House. Is it over for a deal?
What does life mean without death?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What is the American mobile phone number format?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“…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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why do I feel like I want to suck a big dick after injecting meth?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What is the dirtiest thing you have allowed your husband to do?
“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 ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Are you offended if Democrats call Republicans "weird"?
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why don’t the little sugar breeches gun owners understand that life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Are people who cite the 2nd Amendment honestly familiar with what it establishes?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Do you usually wear your panties over or under your pantyhose?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll see you when I get there,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I never knew my life mattered”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues