What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 11:49
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et maxime modi eaque sint iure.
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Gangbangers that spit slang
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
How likely do TWS earbuds explode these days? I'm still using wired earbud because I'm paranoid.
Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I seen it all in my short life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The other one don't understand me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
No smile is genuine or real,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“…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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
What does life mean without death?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Know your enemies
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I never knew my life mattered”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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