What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:35
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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 seen it all in my short life
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why did the American's mulberry harbor not hold up after D-Day?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What would you do if you found out that someone had broken into your home while you were sleeping?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Soldier with the gas-mask
If a narcissist can't feel remorse, can they ever feel regret for an evil act after going to rehab?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
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Know your enemies
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Do Flat Earthers exist today? If so, where do they live?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The other one don't understand me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What does life mean without death?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“…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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Mothership alien sorceress
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”