What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:54
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why after 50 years of being straight do I constantly desire to suck cock?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Why can't we send flat Earthers to space and show them the shape of Earth?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
How do the youth in Taiwan perceive their national identity in relation to China?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Mothership alien sorceress
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“…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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Movin objects mentally
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I seen it all in my short life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Know your enemies
I do it once, I do it twice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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'”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,