What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 07:00
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
How can I stop overthinking and take action more quickly?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What type of narcissist cheats more and gets pleasure out of hurting you, even if they're married?
I seen it all in my short life
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Soldier with the gas-mask
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why do some people dislike Gilmore girls?
Gangbangers that spit slang
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you join a gym or workout at home and why?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
No smile is genuine or real,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who designed our DNA structure?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“…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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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'”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Know your enemies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What does life mean without death?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,