What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 01:32
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why can't we send flat Earthers to space and show them the shape of Earth?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Do married men like sucking dick?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
How did you respond to, "Why do you love me"?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Mothership alien sorceress
As a woman, what would be you response to a male friend’s offer of a full body massage?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
How do great movie moments influence how people handle real-life moral dilemmas?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who would win in this boxing matchup between these two, Dillian Whyte or Samuel Peter?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Know your enemies
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What does life mean without death?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The other one don't understand me,
I seen it all in my short life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
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