What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 02:46
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“…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”
Know your enemies
Why do narcissists and especially covert narcissists always play the victim?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Have you ever had sex with sisters?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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I never knew my life mattered”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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'”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Mothership alien sorceress
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll see you when I get there,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The other one don't understand me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Movin objects mentally
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?