What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 04:43
The other one don't understand me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
When you have seven hours to kill, what should one do?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Gangbangers that spit slang
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I never knew my life mattered”
Is Trump the greatest spiritual leader since Jesus?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Mothership alien sorceress
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why do Democrats call any Republican "Magats", like they are subhuman?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“…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”
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why do very skinny girls get more male attention if it is true that men like curves?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
How can fashion design be used to make a political statement in popular culture, and society?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
No smile is genuine or real,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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 bust the combustion Big Bang,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Soldier with the gas-mask
What does life mean without death?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
“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'”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,