What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 03:57

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