What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:09
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gangbangers that spit slang
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What's the biggest myth about illegal immigrants?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
No smile is genuine or real,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“…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 many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll see you when I get there,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Me and my peeps is all trife
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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 career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Know your enemies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell