What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 00:11
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why do I sweat between my legs all the time, top off my legs, all way down?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I never knew my life mattered”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
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Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Consequatur corporis quos perspiciatis tenetur vel totam.
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Movin objects mentally
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“…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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand 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
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What does life mean without death?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I seen it all in my short life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”
“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”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Mothership alien sorceress
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,