What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:13
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
I do it once, I do it twice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What does it feel like wearing tights?
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What was your first gay male experience?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Know your enemies
“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”
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why didn’t Obito confront Kakashi after he witnessed him kill Rin?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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
Even Captain James T. Kirk was trapped in a woman's body. Don't you think he'd support trans people?
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What is the kinkiest thing you and your sex partner have done in bed?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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I seen it all in my short life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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'”
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The other one don't understand me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What does life mean without death?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Movin objects mentally
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife