What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 00:05
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Which genre of novels is most profitable to publish and why?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What made you feel disgusted today?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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I'll see you when I get there,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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Gangbangers that spit slang
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Soldier with the gas-mask
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“…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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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Know your enemies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Three months later we run our own caper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who designed our DNA structure?
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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I seen it all in my short life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Movin objects mentally
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What does life mean without death?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,