What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 12:28
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What do you do when your family doesn’t care about you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Movin objects mentally
Sunt explicabo sunt omnis eveniet enim et.
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why do you think Filipinos are conservatives?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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 seen it all in my short life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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 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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
“…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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I never knew my life mattered”
Who designed our DNA structure?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What does life mean without death?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,