What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 07:43
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
How do I explain to my husband that my 19-year-old son has accidentally gotten me pregnant?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What does life mean without death?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'll see you when I get there,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
In my experience, British people are fat, ugly and arrogant. Why is it and can it be changed?
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Three months later we run our own caper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“…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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face