What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 02:05
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How a grad student got LHC data to play nice with quantum interference - Ars Technica
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Earth is Eating Itself: Vast Chunks Of Crust Are Being Swallowed From Within - The Daily Galaxy
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
A Manson Family member was recommended for parole again. But she's not free just yet - NPR
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Soldier with the gas-mask
'Mum's young-onset dementia is 'heartbreaking' says Bristol woman - BBC
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Report: Steelers expect to have a deal with T.J. Watt by the start of the season - NBC Sports
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
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Does the color purple really exist? - Live Science
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The other one don't understand me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Disney makes hundreds more layoffs as it cuts costs - BBC
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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”
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'”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“…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 seen it all in my short life
I do it once, I do it twice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,