What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 12:03
Movin objects mentally
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What do you think of Obito Uchiha?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What happens to adults with Down syndrome when their parents can't look after them any more?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Mothership alien sorceress
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I never knew my life mattered”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
How did you respond to, "Why do you love me"?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
How could Trump, with his deplorable garbage supporters, manage to win an election?
If it ain't
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If you could go back and rewrite the Legend of Korra, what would you change, and why?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Have you had any paranormal activity situations happen personally to you or someone you know?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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'”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short 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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Until we realized how to get the real money;
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“…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”