What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:11
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Why do guys have better skin than women even though women use more product?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why were the Japanese soldiers in WW II so hesitant to surrender in battle?
Movin objects mentally
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Why do old men think young women and girls would want them over guys their own age?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Russell takes win in Canada as Piastri and Norris collide - Formula 1
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Three months later we run our own caper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Have you ever followed through being bi-curious?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
What factors contributed to The Beatles' bitterness?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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,
Me and my peeps is all trife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“…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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,