What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 02:55
Know your enemies
What does life mean without death?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Hillary thinks we must censor or "we lose total control". Why does she demand total control?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Mothership alien sorceress
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Can people who have never met you tell if you are a covert narcissist?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Adam Scott, nearly 45 years old, with chance to redefine career on U.S. Open Sunday - NBC Sports
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“…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”
Is it wise to SECRETLY expose a narcissist by telling others that he/she is a covert narcissist?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What are some creepy bestiality-promoting questions obviously asked for sexual gratification?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Do snipers lay on top of tank turrets during combat?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Movin objects mentally
Can I see some saggy tit pics and huge areolas pics?
If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why are some people afraid of monsters?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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 do it once, I do it twice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The other one don't understand me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
No smile is genuine or real,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,