What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 01:02
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Is it wise to choose your family over your honor?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I seen it all in my short life
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help me?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Do you believe that it is right that one Federal judge can block a President's decisions?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why won't Canada build their own fighter jet?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What techniques can be used to sing like Freddie Mercury if one is unable to hit high notes?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What are some reasons why people may fear strong men?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Know your enemies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
The other one don't understand me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you