What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 05:20
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll see you when I get there,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Gangbangers that spit slang
“…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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What is a good comeback for when someone calls you flat?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Why do many women in Turkey prefer to date blacks as a lover?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Are you happy that soon we will never hear from Kamala Jones again?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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No smile is genuine or real,
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I never knew my life mattered”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
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 Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Know your enemies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who designed our DNA structure?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,