What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 13:16
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What kinds of books should a 19 years old girl read?
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What was it like being spanked as a kid?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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'”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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The other one don't understand me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why are people nowadays so into anal sex?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll see you when I get there,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Movin objects mentally
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,