What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:25
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why do most Indian women cuckold or cheat on their husbands?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Has anyone tried bestiality and been caught?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why would my ex block me after I blocked him?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What do you think of Andrew Tate?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
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,
“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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What does life mean without death?
Know your enemies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gangbangers that spit slang
“…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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you