What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 01:29
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why do I sweat between my legs all the time, top off my legs, all way down?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Gangbangers that spit slang
What happens to adults with Down syndrome when their parents can't look after them any more?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Know your enemies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Is there an MBTI personality that is more or less likely to handle stress?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Can you name an example of bad parenting?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
What does it mean to you to live a life that reflects biblical values?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why do Democrats never produce a good argument for why Trump was a bad president?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why can't we send flat Earthers to space and show them the shape of Earth?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“…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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What does life mean without death?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
The other one don't understand me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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'”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
No smile is genuine or real,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Mothership alien sorceress
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',