What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 01:57
No smile is genuine or real,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why do men say women hit the wall at 24?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Soldier with the gas-mask
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
How do you get people to follow your Quora Space?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
SpaceX launch from California sends 26 Starlink satellites into low Earth orbit - Space
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
How do you fight the push and pull (manipulation) tactic if you want to win him?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why am I sweating so much at night even though my room is really cold?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Why does my sister want to have sex with me? What should I do?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll see you when I get there,
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The other one don't understand me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
Movin objects mentally
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose