What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 02:49
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If you were a writer for HBO, how would you rewrite the final season of Game of Thrones?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
When writing a novel, how can a character be developed well, but QUICKLY?
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“…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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Would Donald Trump's reelection make the world more dangerous?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Three months later we run our own caper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What are the coolest new smart home gadgets to upgrade your living space?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
How did Kate Mulgrew feel about Jeri Ryan joining the cast of Star Trek: Voyager?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Is the Donald Trump Bible any different from a regular Bible? Has Trump altered its contents?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
How do you have intercourse with a girl who can remember you for a long time?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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'”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll see you when I get there,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The other one don't understand me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Know your enemies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”