What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 12:03
No smile is genuine or real,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Did another parent ever tell you something about your child that you didn’t know?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Why do men find women with bigger buttocks attractive?
Mothership alien sorceress
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who is the beast of Revelation 13?
Gangbangers that spit slang
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Is the Donald Trump Bible any different from a regular Bible? Has Trump altered its contents?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Is the Democrat party connected with organized crime in America?
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why do girls in Indian top colleges wear shorts?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
How do you know when someone really loves you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I never knew my life mattered”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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'”
Three months later we run our own caper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What does life mean without death?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“…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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Know your enemies
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll see you when I get there,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground 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”
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
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The other one don't understand me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do it once, I do it twice,