What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 06:14
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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'”
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What should I do to get over a relationship?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll see you when I get there,
I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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No smile is genuine or real,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Is crossdressing being a transvestite?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Have you ever witnessed a remote beach show where hundreds of turtles crawling to the water?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My husband asked me why do I keep on complaining about him cheating. Why don't I just leave?
Know your enemies
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“…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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I never knew my life mattered”
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,