What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 02.07.2025 02:23

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

How is it safe to put tape on your mouth at night?

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

Why don't I get sleep at nights?

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

“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”

“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”

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My sister's cute but she got no gear,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I seen it all in my short life

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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I'll see you when I get there,

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,

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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

I do it once, I do it twice,

Three months later we run our own caper,

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

The other one don't understand me,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“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'”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Know your enemies

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

Me and my peeps is all trife

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

“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”

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Movin objects mentally

What does life mean without death?

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Mothership alien sorceress

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

If it ain't

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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

“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”

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Who designed our DNA structure?

No smile is genuine or real,

“…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”

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

If it ain't

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

I never knew my life mattered”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”