What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 00:36
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What is every dictators biggest fear?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What are some cool confidence hacks?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Is red light therapy scientifically proven?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gangbangers that spit slang
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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why did Obito, a supposed "bad person," do good things for Kakashi?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
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I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Do most men prefer curvy women or skinny women?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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,
I never knew my life mattered”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“…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”
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
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”
Movin objects mentally
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who designed our DNA structure?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,