What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 01:25
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
How do you get a girl to like you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Why do doctors refuse HRT to menopausal women but hand them out to trans people?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
A recipe to reverse cancer’s sweet tooth - Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I seen it all in my short life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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'”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“…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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Movin objects mentally
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What does life mean without death?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe