What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 04:38
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Is it possible to achieve spiritual enlightenment while being in a romantic relationship?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why do so many autistic adults deal with self-hatred?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What do you do when your family doesn’t care about you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What's wrong with white women?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why do people procrastinate and how can they stop?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why do our deceased do not protect us from other bad spirits?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What's the most trivial thing that ever made you go to the doctor?
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
How do I seduce my sister? (I am an Indian) I want to have sex with her.?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“…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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does life mean without death?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I never knew my life mattered”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Three months later we run our own caper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Mothership alien sorceress
The other one don't understand me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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