What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 01:31
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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I never knew my life mattered”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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“…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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'll see you when I get there,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What are some common examples of human hypocrisy?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What does life mean without death?
Why do men date women they are not really interested in?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Know your enemies
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who designed our DNA structure?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The other one don't understand me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies