What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 02:07
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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Movin objects mentally
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What was your most memorable combat mission during the Vietnam War?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What does life mean without death?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
“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 one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do it once, I do it twice,