What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 03:56
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I never knew my life mattered”
Eum sit ipsam ut animi distinctio rerum omnis praesentium.
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
How do flat earthers explain the Earth being stationary? Is this concept considered impossible?
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Can a cop pull you over walking home asking why you are out so late?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why do people say "tall, dark, and handsome" when they actually mean "tall, white, and handsome"?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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'”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Mothership alien sorceress
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll see you when I get there,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What does life mean without death?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“…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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Know your enemies
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gangbangers that spit slang
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe