What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 17:32
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What was your wildest experience as a lesbian?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The other one don't understand me,
I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why is the band Nickelback unliked so much?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Which race of women are the hottest?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What is the estimated number of people with an extra X chromosome?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
No smile is genuine or real,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I seen it all in my short life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What does life mean without death?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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'”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“…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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you