What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:29
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll see you when I get there,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
How do schizophrenia symptoms change throughout the day?
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why does a college girl cover her face with a scarf in Bangalore?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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“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'”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Do married men know when their wives are having affairs?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
No smile is genuine or real,
What would it take for you to consider yourself a "Swiftie" like Flavor Flav?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why do some people have sex with dogs?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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 here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Me and my peeps is all trife
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Movin objects mentally
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What does life mean without death?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“…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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Soldier with the gas-mask
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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 rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,