What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 23:49
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When do you feel most peaceful ever?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I never knew my life mattered”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why do many women wear sleeveless shirts, more so than men?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who would win in this boxing matchup between these two, Dillian Whyte or Samuel Peter?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
What does life mean without death?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What is the Replika app, and how does it work?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Know your enemies
Why do narcissists and especially covert narcissists always play the victim?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
“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'”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
When gallery photos are deleted at the same time, why are Google photos also deleted?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Advice for trying GLP-1 drugs for weight loss from a doctor who's been there - NPR
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
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
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“…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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,