What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 03:16
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why in my 60s do I have a strong desire to suck cock and swallow?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
I never knew my life mattered”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“…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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The other one don't understand me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
No smile is genuine or real,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Mothership alien sorceress
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,