What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 14:24
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
No smile is genuine or real,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Where and how did ballet originate?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Is anyone up to have a little conversation?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dolorem suscipit perferendis ea aut quo et ea.
“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'”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Mothership alien sorceress
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What does life mean without death?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll see you when I get there,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Movin objects mentally
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“…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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I never knew my life mattered”
Know your enemies
Who designed our DNA structure?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I seen it all in my short life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,