What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 01:12
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
If freedom of speech is absolute, how come it's not applied for private spaces and for the Internet?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
Why do a bra and panties have to match?
“…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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does it feel like to "lose your looks" to age?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I just cannot wake up early, even if I sleep on time. What should I do?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does the stink of the skunk look like? Why would it be dangerous?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Has any man licked his wife's vagina while another man had sex with her?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
There’s a place where humans are evolving right before our eyes - Boy Genius Report
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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'”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?
The other one don't understand me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
How long does it typically take for prices to return to normal after tariffs are removed?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Movin objects mentally
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Know your enemies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Mothership alien sorceress