What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 06:30
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Me and my peeps is all trife
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Movin objects mentally
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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 wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Know your enemies
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why are white women so hard to date?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll see you when I get there,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
No smile is genuine or real,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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'”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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 never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Mothership alien sorceress
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Reveal alien tribal culture,