What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 05:03
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why am I always so tired and I don't eat enough?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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The other one don't understand me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
No smile is genuine or real,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Movin objects mentally
Has anyone been spanked by their parents after becoming an adult?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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If it ain't
Know your enemies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gangbangers that spit slang
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“…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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Me and my peeps is all trife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I seen it all in my short life
I do it once, I do it twice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What does life mean without death?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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 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 cute but she got no gear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,