What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 00:00
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What is the future of artificial intelligence?
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
How do I seduce my sister? (I am an Indian) I want to have sex with her.?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
What one thing makes someone a very mature person?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What is the future of AI in interior design?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why do Democrats look like snowflakes and Republicans look like Vikings?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why do I want to suck cock tonight?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The other one don't understand me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Is it ok to be spanked by your parents if you are not in bed in your set bedtime?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll see you when I get there,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Me and my peeps is all trife
No smile is genuine or real,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
“…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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,