What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 03:42
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do it once, I do it twice,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
How was your first cuckolding experience as a husband?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“…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'll see you when I get there,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If it ain't
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why should the law care about what I do behind closed doors?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
How many trans people are lawful gun owners?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Do guys ever want to suck a dick even though they are straight?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What are some hard truths that MAGA needs to hear?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The other one don't understand me,
I seen it all in my short life
No smile is genuine or real,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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'”
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Movin objects mentally
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Know your enemies
Mothership alien sorceress
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,