What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 06:03
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
How are Hinduism and Sikhism related, considering they both originated in Punjab, India?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Space photo of the week: Pink 'raindrops' on the sun captured in greatest detail ever - Live Science
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why do only ugly women like me on Tinder? Is it because I'm an ugly man?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust 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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll see you when I get there,
What do people with very high IQs do all day?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What does life mean without death?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I never knew my life mattered”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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'”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Me and my peeps is all trife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gangbangers that spit slang
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
“…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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
No smile is genuine or real,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The other one don't understand me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dead astronauts, pyramids