What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:24
Mothership alien sorceress
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Why do I want to be caught sucking dick by my wife?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What is the most inappropriate thing your wife has done in front of you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
What does life mean without death?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What are some ten strong legal evidences that are needed for a divorce?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I never knew my life mattered”
What was the worst spanking you got growing up?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
How do people break a narcissist man's ego?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What made you recently say to yourself, “Wait. Really?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Can shaving hair by Veet in our vagina cause diseases?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Know your enemies
Why does my crush make me jealous about having a girlfriend?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I seen it all in my short life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Soldier with the gas-mask
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“…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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Movin objects mentally
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Me and my peeps is all trife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Until we realized how to get the real money;