What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 08:23
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why do some mothers hate their daughters especially when they're the eldest?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I never knew my life mattered”
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“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I seen it all in my short life
What do you think of Obito Uchiha?
“…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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What’s your idea of the perfect Saturday night?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why are people saying that Trump is fat when he is an athletic 6 foot 3 and 215 pounds?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What are the defining characteristics of woke liberals and conservatives in the United States?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why won't my mom let me come home if I'm homeless?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll see you when I get there,
Three months later we run our own caper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
What does life mean without death?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Know your enemies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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 thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,