What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 05:20
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
How is sex with a woman for gay men?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll see you when I get there,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
No smile is genuine or real,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What does life mean without death?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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'”
Know your enemies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I seen it all in my short life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“…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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose