What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 06:47
Who designed our DNA structure?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Do you think Japan will have same-sex marriage by 2030?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why are people becoming increasingly hostile to pro-lifers? I am pro-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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Know your enemies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What are the best items to buy from a furniture shop?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why do Trump supporters like Andrew and Tristan Tate?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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'”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Me and my peeps is all trife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,