What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 01:22
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
What did someone say to you that instantly made you realize their life was in danger?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
I do it once, I do it twice,
I never knew my life mattered”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
Would deporting illegal aliens alleviate the housing crisis?
Mothership alien sorceress
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Is it possible to become homeless after being released from jail or prison in the United States?
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gangbangers that spit slang
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Movin objects mentally
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“…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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I seen it all in my short life
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The other one don't understand me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you