What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 01:52
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What's your photograph of the day 1097?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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If it ain't
“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'”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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I'll see you when I get there,
I seen it all in my short life
Three months later we run our own caper,
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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Know your enemies
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Mothership alien sorceress
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his 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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Movin objects mentally
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I never knew my life mattered”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,