What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 07:40

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