What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 04:01
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
How rough can the ferry passage from Hull to Rotterdam be in the autumn ( at the end of October )?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
Is love natural, or is it somehow created?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm British and feel ashamed of the crimes of British colonialism. What should I do?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I seen it all in my short life
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
What happened to The Simpsons deleted onscreen footage?
Me and my peeps is all trife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why are European countries warning European travelers to be careful traveling to the United States?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Mothership alien sorceress
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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?”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“…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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,