What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 10:57
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
No smile is genuine or real,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why is my Whirlpool fridge not cooling but the freezer works? What is the solution?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What methods do private investigators use to investigate someone in real life?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Know your enemies
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The other one don't understand me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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 gear now has sex appeal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I seen it all in my short life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,