What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 00:04
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll see you when I get there,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What does life mean without death?
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The other one don't understand me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Mothership alien sorceress
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Movin objects mentally
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
“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?
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,