What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 02:18
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why are there so many single moms in America?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
How do flat Earthers explain the existence of other spherical planets?
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Is it true that Jehovah's witnesses once thought the world would end in 1975?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why are some people afraid of monsters?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
How do you get started in bestiality with a dog as a male?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How do you know if your husband loves you truly and deeply?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What do you think of Andrew Tate?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The other one don't understand me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I never knew my life mattered”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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'”
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
If it ain't
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Laser weapons and ecstasy
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I seen it all in my short life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Know your enemies
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“…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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight