What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 14:31
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Atheists who have read the Bible and think that contains immoral things, why do you assume that?
What does life mean without death?
“…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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Know your enemies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The other one don't understand me,
Why do many women like tall men?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Where do high school kids get weed from?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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,
Why didn't people like the Game of Thrones ending?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I seen it all in my short life
Gangbangers that spit slang
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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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
How will the article end in Part III of Gleissner's hit piece?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
How short is too short for a skirt?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What happened to your school bully?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Do handsome guys intimidate women or people in general?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Soldier with the gas-mask
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Movin objects mentally
I do it once, I do it twice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”