What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 06:41
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Questlove on Sly Stone: ‘His Artistry Came With a Burden’ - Rolling Stone
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Is the Las Vegas Grand Prix considered one of the "premier events on the Formula 1 calendar?"
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What should I do to get over a relationship?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What’s a historical event you wish more people talked about?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What is the best music album of all time?
I seen it all in my short life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why should we share our wife with others?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
When Chinese people see my pets, will they think of it as their food?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Who designed our DNA structure?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does success really mean to you? Is it about happiness, money, or something else?
Me and my peeps is all trife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What do you think about Matt Gatz as an attorney general?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gangbangers that spit slang
Hello I am 17 year old boy and I am interested in transgender why?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Hillary thinks we must censor or "we lose total control". Why does she demand total control?
Mothership alien sorceress
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Know your enemies
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,