What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 12:33
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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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',
What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who has experienced what they called a happy accident (bestiality)?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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'”
How do women feel when they are in love?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why is my older sister so mean to me as if I was her enemy?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
How do Flat Earthers explain time zones?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
What does life mean without death?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Has your wife or girlfriend ever been felt up in public by a stranger?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“…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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
Three months later we run our own caper,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally