What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 10:32
I seen it all in my short life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Soldier with the gas-mask
Is there a possibility that we are living in a simulation and that there is a concept of rebirth?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What should I do? I'm 17 and I'm dating a 23-year-old guy.
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Is it true that schizophrenia can sometimes be a demonic attack or black magic?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What does life mean without death?
Why am I always so tired and I don't eat enough?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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'”
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“…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
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If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
No smile is genuine or real,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll see you when I get there,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
The other one don't understand me,
Mothership alien sorceress
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you