What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 00:32
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
Why am I so triggered and depressed over a minor thing?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What is after school detention like in your school?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What was the worst spanking you got growing up?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
How do I build muscle easily with isometrics?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
How can someone in your family purposely try to destroy your reputation?
The other one don't understand me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What is so great about Jiraiya?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
Why do liberals have a problem with masculine men like Andrew Tate?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Are you afraid to get married and why?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Do you agree with Michael Moore that Donald Trump is "toast" in a political comeback?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What does life mean without death?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I seen it all in my short life
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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'”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“…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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Mothership alien sorceress
I never knew my life mattered”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”