What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 02:01

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