What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 00:29
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What toxic behavior has been normalized by society?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What K-pop song would be good for Halloween?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Mothership alien sorceress
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What did someone say to you that instantly made you realize their life was in danger?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll see you when I get there,
How are Hinduism and Sikhism related, considering they both originated in Punjab, India?
“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'”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Oldest human DNA ever found tells the story of a lost branch on the human family tree - Earth.com
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Darwin Loved Worms. They May Have Just Proved Him Wrong About Evolution. - Yahoo
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
“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”
Are there many people here who suffer from schizophrenia?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“…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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Movin objects mentally
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I never knew my life mattered”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,