What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 01:08
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Which one is better to guys, boobs or butt?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do it once, I do it twice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
How do I cope with the fact that I will never have a girlfriend?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Soldier with the gas-mask
How do introverts celebrate their birthday?
No smile is genuine or real,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Movin objects mentally
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why do Muslims invade Western society?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Have you ever had sex with your female cousin? How did it start?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
—— indirects on kuorans, irl and idols
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What can I do to deal with disrespectful children?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Know your enemies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Three months later we run our own caper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I seen it all in my short life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“…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”
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