What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:35
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why don't we hear our own snoring?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“…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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why is the show The Big Bang Theory so hated?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Cal Raleigh’s heroics can’t save Mariners as Orioles complete sweep - The Seattle Times
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Reality TV star’s son dead at 16: ‘Life is so cruel and unfair’ - AL.com
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Is the Philippines PH a poor 3rd world or 4th world country forever and forever?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I seen it all in my short life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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'”
Know your enemies
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I never knew my life mattered”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like