What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:16

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