What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 03:59
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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I never knew my life mattered”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why do black people prefer thick, curvy women?
Movin objects mentally
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“…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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Know your enemies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Are female judges more lenient than male ones?
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why is my older sister so mean to me as if I was her enemy?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The other one don't understand me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
No smile is genuine or real,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What does life mean without death?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I seen it all in my short life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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'”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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'll see you when I get there,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who designed our DNA structure?