What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 08:16
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Is it wise to SECRETLY expose a narcissist by telling others that he/she is a covert narcissist?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Do conservative white women like black men?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What was the hottest inappropriate sex you ever had?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Bank of Japan leaves interest rate unadjusted at 0.5% as expected - FXStreet
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
President Trump kicked Zelensky out of the White House. Is it over for a deal?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
What are some life hacks for living on your own?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would the word literate carry the same meaning with public (common wealth) in 1900 vs today 2020?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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'”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 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”
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“…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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Mothership alien sorceress
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Reveal alien tribal culture,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'll see you when I get there,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What does life mean without death?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,