What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 00:05
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Movin objects mentally
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
How is bestiality wrong, but killing animals for sport or trophies is considered okay?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Me and my peeps is all trife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Know your enemies
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I seen it all in my short life
No smile is genuine or real,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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 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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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'”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do it once, I do it twice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,