What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 08:01
Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I never knew my life mattered”
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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'”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Three months later we run our own caper,
Mothership alien sorceress
The other one don't understand me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Know your enemies
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“…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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”