What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 02:02
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why are the democrats keep insisting that there are more than two genders?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“…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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Do crossdressers like wearing pantyliners and tampons in their butts?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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'”
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Movin objects mentally
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Know your enemies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Until we realized how to get the real money;