What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 02:03
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The other one don't understand me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
How can a person develop advanced brain power?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
How can I watch porn on TikTok?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If it ain't
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Soldier with the gas-mask
I seen it all in my short life
Why would a person always be so tired?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who designed our DNA structure?
What was the worst thing that ever happened on live TV?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dead astronauts, pyramids
How are max different from medical and minimum security prisons?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why is there no evidence of a multiverse theory?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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'”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Movin objects mentally
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Laser weapons and ecstasy