What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 00:52
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why is that Hag Hillary Clinton so quiet these days? She is the dog that isn't barking
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why did my crush like me for only two days in a row?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
How do you stop your balls from sweating?
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why would Joseph Smith say that polygamy was God's law?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Democrats be honest, how many of you were wishing that Musk rescue space flight blew up?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why did we evolve to have so many nerve endings in our anuses?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Mothership alien sorceress
How do I deal with autistic burnout/meltdown/shutdown when cooking?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
When will dating stop being so hard for Gen Z?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What does life mean without death?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“…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 other one don't understand me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Know your enemies
I seen it all in my short life
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
No smile is genuine or real,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries