What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 12:07
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
How is Sola Scriptura incoherent?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll see you when I get there,
I seen it all in my short life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why was Nietzsche against essentialism?
What does life mean without death?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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“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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Me and my peeps is all trife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“…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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Movin objects mentally
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”