What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 12:08
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“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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Mothership alien sorceress
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Has anyone ever participated in a gang bang and what was it like?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“…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”
I never knew my life mattered”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
How do you feel about the impending end of what Donald Trump calls "the Green New scam"?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What is your favourite colour and why?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I seen it all in my short life
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The other one don't understand me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Movin objects mentally
“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'”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Me and my peeps is all trife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What does life mean without death?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do it once, I do it twice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,