What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 00:14
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
How do I promote my book to get it reviewed and grow an audience if I already published it?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What do bad boys know that nice guys don't?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Would you join a gym or workout at home and why?
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who would win in this boxing matchup between these two, Dillian Whyte or Samuel Peter?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
How many wishes do people get on their birthday?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do it once, I do it twice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Soldier with the gas-mask
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll see you when I get there,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Know your enemies
What does life mean without death?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who designed our DNA structure?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”