What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 00:19
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Should India conduct another air strike to attack Pakistan over the Pahalgam attack?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Why does a narcissist act like it's nothing when they hurt you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why do Democrats look like snowflakes and Republicans look like Vikings?
“…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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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,
Know your enemies
Movin objects mentally
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Which spiritual Baba is the richest in India?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Soldier with the gas-mask
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
“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,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand me,
I seen it all in my short life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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'”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Me and my peeps is all trife