What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 01:25
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Have you ever been instructed/forced to crossdress for the benefit of others?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why is social media so anti-fee speech, and have they become total BS?
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
What is a fun psychological trick to try on someone?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Do you have any problem dating a younger man?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
How do you know when your skirt is too short?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What do flat Earthers think causes the "magical downward force"?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll see you when I get there,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“…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”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Movin objects mentally
I never knew my life mattered”