What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 14:09
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What AI tool can be used to write exactly in the human writing style?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Does anyone wear see-through clothes to show off underwear?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why do some of those who believe in a god refuse to consider the possibility they could be wrong?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
When will dating stop being so hard for Gen Z?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Gangbangers that spit slang
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What does life mean without death?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Soldier with the gas-mask
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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 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,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
No smile is genuine or real,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I seen it all in my short life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”