What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:38

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