What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 00:35
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why do you have to be 18+ to go live on TikTok?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Can I use Amazon Alexa Claude AI on my Echo device?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why do some men like older women?
Gangbangers that spit slang
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Know your enemies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“…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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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'”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Movin objects mentally
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
Me and my peeps is all trife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does life mean without death?
“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”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Three months later we run our own caper,