What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 03:39
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Are miracles real or do they just have natural explanations?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Is it true that LGB should drop T?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why did you put a guy’s dick in your mouth the first time?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Where's the Civil War everyone on the left said would happen?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
This email app is Gmail on steroids, and I can't recommend it enough - Android Police
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why do Democrats never produce a good argument for why Trump was a bad president?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If babies could write, what questions would they ask on Quora?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
No smile is genuine or real,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“…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”
When was the first time you felt discriminated against because you were female?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
Why does cocaine makes me want to dress up and get fuck
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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,
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What does life mean without death?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Mothership alien sorceress
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I seen it all in my short life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,