What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 01:32
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If you could go back and rewrite the Legend of Korra, what would you change, and why?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why do I want to suck cock tonight?
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'll see you when I get there,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What movies and TV shows portray realistic beauty standards?
No smile is genuine or real,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why do most Indian women cuckold or cheat on their husbands?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What do you think about a sister's love?
“…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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What is your most intimate experience with your best friend?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Know your enemies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The other one don't understand me,
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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'”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,