What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 04:10
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why is casting white historical people black in movies wrong?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What does life mean without death?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I seen it all in my short life
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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Movin objects mentally
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
No smile is genuine or real,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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 like Muhammad to Moses,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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 many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”