What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 14:03
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
I want to touch my sister’s boobs. What do I say?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
Have you ever been humiliated in front of a group of girls and enjoyed it?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Movin objects mentally
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why do I want to give up on men?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why after 50 years of being straight do I constantly desire to suck cock?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Is it right to visit any shrine or tomb in Islam?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What does life mean without death?
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love 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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Three months later we run our own caper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Mothership alien sorceress
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“…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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,