What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 01:50
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What does life mean without death?
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why do people ask stupid questions on Quora when they instead could ask ChatGPT?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Movin objects mentally
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen to me?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Which one is better to guys, boobs or butt?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I seen it all in my short life
Dead astronauts, pyramids
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Mothership alien sorceress
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
“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 there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,