What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 08:06
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I’m 17 and looking for a girl. What do I do?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What is the best comeback you used on someone?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll see you when I get there,
When was you wife swapping fantasy started?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What does life mean without death?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“…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 never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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 I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Know your enemies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I seen it all in my short life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gangbangers that spit slang