What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 13:01
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What are the challenges associated with the birth narratives of Jesus?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What does life mean without death?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What are some important works of Marcel Proust (novelist)?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What happens to single guys when they get older?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who designed our DNA structure?
What does 'Whose flesh is like the flesh of donkeys’ mean (Ezekiel 23:20)?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why am I attracted to older men?
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Don't you think Democrats are so full of it stool softener and an enema couldn't help them?
The other one don't understand me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll see you when I get there,
Know your enemies
Why am I dreaming of people I've never seen before?
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
How did the Nazis figure out whether a person or community is 'Aryan' or not?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Can you explain the difference between God and atma according to the Bhagavad-Gita?
If it ain't
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If a cat is feminine in German, what article do you give to a male cat?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Laser weapons and ecstasy
No smile is genuine or real,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Movin objects mentally
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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'”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I seen it all in my short life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“…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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,