What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 03:02
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
How do I explain to my husband that my 19-year-old son has accidentally gotten me pregnant?
Know your enemies
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why is only the left side of my vagina bleeding, on and off?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I have a bad reputation and need help. What should I do?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
Have you ever lied to your family? What were the circumstances?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
How might an Indian girl respond to someone saying "I love you"?
Three months later we run our own caper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
—— indirects on kuorans, irl and idols
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why are black people seen as scary or a threat to some people?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Do foreign workers face discrimination in Canada?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Movin objects mentally
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Mothership alien sorceress
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll see you when I get there,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“…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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you