What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 02:51
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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“…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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What is Quora? Are there any tips?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who would win, an F-22 Raptor or Tie Defender?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll see you when I get there,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who designed our DNA structure?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Mothership alien sorceress
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I seen it all in my short life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What does life mean without death?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If it ain't
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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 other one don't understand me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Know your enemies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',