What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:16
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I never knew my life mattered”
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Do you think Japan will have same-sex marriage by 2030?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What is the more common way to say "you're welcome" in French: “De rien” or “Pas de problème”?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What do you think of Tesla's Model Y coming in ninth among electric cars sales in Europe?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Is the saying "nice guys finish last" true? Can good intentions always lead to positive outcomes?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Does the Hamas charter specifically call for the death of all Jews and the destruction of Israel?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I seen it all in my short life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why does my vagina always itch so badly after my periods?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Three months later we run our own caper,
Soldier with the gas-mask
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Know your enemies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
What does life mean without death?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“…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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,