What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 10:09
Soldier with the gas-mask
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
How do police officers feel about the fear they instill into criminals?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why do some people tell the girl I like that I don’t like her when I do like her?
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
Why do I sweat so much after shower?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
What questions would you ask to an AI?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The other one don't understand me,
How do you protect the collagen in your face?
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
What is so great about Jiraiya?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Mothership alien sorceress
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What does life mean without death?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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'”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do it once, I do it twice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,