What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 09:00
Three months later we run our own caper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
What type of narcissist cheats more and gets pleasure out of hurting you, even if they're married?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Has anyone ever participated in a gang bang and what was it like?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
“…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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I never knew my life mattered”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll see you when I get there,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Movin objects mentally
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Mothership alien sorceress
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does life mean without death?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Gangbangers that spit slang
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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'”
“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 seen it all in my short life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,