What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 07:44
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Soldier with the gas-mask
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Is dating in college necessary? Why and why not?
The other one don't understand me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What are some good methods for dealing with other people's loud, crying kids on long flights?
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What is your analysis of Walter White from Breaking Bad?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What did Rama tell Sita about Kaliyug?
“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”
“…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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Should we consider deporting democrats to Canada?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What does life mean without death?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Movin objects mentally
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
“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'”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Know your enemies
I never knew my life mattered”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll see you when I get there,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,