What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:01

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