What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 03:02
I never knew my life mattered”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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”
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
How do I seduce my sister? (I am an Indian) I want to have sex with her.?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Is it wrong of me to feel uncomfortable that my friend thinks my brother is hot?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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“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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why does an older married man turn bisexual?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
No smile is genuine or real,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Soldier with the gas-mask
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do it once, I do it twice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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 future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Know your enemies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers