What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 16:19
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I never knew my life mattered”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
What are the pros and cons of living in Male, Maldives?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll see you when I get there,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why is it that women are stronger than men nowadays?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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'”
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Movin objects mentally
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,