What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 11:23
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Has anyone ever participated in a gang bang and what was it like?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Laser weapons and ecstasy
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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'”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I seen it all in my short life
Why do some people enjoy being dominated?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Can shaving hair by Veet in our vagina cause diseases?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Has the current political environment caused Canadians to cancel trips to the United States?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What made you recently say to yourself, “Wait. Really?”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why am I sweating so much at night even though my room is really cold?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
How can I stop overthinking and take action more quickly?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What is your twin flame story?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I never knew my life mattered”
“…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”
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What does life mean without death?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Movin objects mentally
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,