What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 02:37
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Can you DM your uncle’s wife for a video?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why have Indian girls almost stopped wearing sarees?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would people still care about Palestine if there was no Israeli-Palestinian conflict?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Know your enemies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Hic perferendis in et impedit quo.
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll see you when I get there,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What does life mean without death?
No smile is genuine or real,
What are some good inspirational movies?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Me and my peeps is all trife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
What are you struggling with in your life? What would you like to have instead?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Is Farage right to blame the housing crisis in the UK on migration?
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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'”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“…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”
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who designed our DNA structure?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Movin objects mentally
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Soldier with the gas-mask
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,