What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 01:55

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
What are scads fish? What types are there?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I never knew my life mattered”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
No smile is genuine or real,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What are some effective ways to cope with loss and grief?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
When Kundalini is awakened accidentally, what can be done?
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Are there any queer Space Marine Legion in Warhammer 30k or 40k?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What do you do to make yourself sleep early?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
What firsthand information do you have on prisoner-on-prisoner sexual abuse/rape?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
When do you start "growing old"?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The other one don't understand me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust 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”
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 mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Know your enemies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If it ain't
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Mothership alien sorceress
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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”