What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 13:29
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Can you summarize season 1 of "The Acolyte"?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Which unexpected celebrity has done a bold or revealing photoshoot?
Mothership alien sorceress
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why do narcissists and especially covert narcissists always play the victim?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If Jesus was crucified by Governor Pontius Pilate, why does the Quran deny his death?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
How do you write a letter to your uncle who sent you money for your birthday outfit?
“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,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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'”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What does life mean without death?
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“…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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The other one don't understand me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Movin objects mentally
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Three months later we run our own caper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll see you when I get there,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,