What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:24
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If you caught a shoplifter at your yard sale, how would you handle it?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Is it true that LGB should drop T?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Is crossdressing being a transvestite?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Movin objects mentally
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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'”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Soldier with the gas-mask
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll see you when I get there,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Three months later we run our own caper,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I seen it all in my short life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“…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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
“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”
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke