What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 07:58
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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“…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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What is the meanest thing your husband has said to you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I never knew my life mattered”
Why do some films seem to date/age so badly?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Would you let your partner cheat on you every now and again?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll see you when I get there,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The other one don't understand me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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
Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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,
Know your enemies
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Movin objects mentally
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
What does life mean without death?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,