What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 10:01
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Elon Musk's robotaxi has a serious problem - TheStreet
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
What are the 10 things you regret doing in your life?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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“…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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What are the pros and cons of arranged marriages?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I seen it all in my short life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
How were cows used in ancient India?
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gangbangers that spit slang
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What does life mean without death?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If it ain't
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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'”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll see you when I get there,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,