What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 00:18
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who are the archers in Genesis 49:23?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“…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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why do I want to give up on men?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
What is your daily motivation and does it work?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
The other one don't understand me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why do older people have a hard time using technology?
Soldier with the gas-mask
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What is the nastiest thing you had your wife do and she loved it?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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'”
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Movin objects mentally
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I seen it all in my short life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Know your enemies
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,