What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 02:59
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“…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”
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
If it ain't
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gangbangers that spit slang
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll see you when I get there,
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
No smile is genuine or real,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,