What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 14:06
Movin objects mentally
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why are so many young teenage boys misogynistic? Where do they get these attitudes from?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
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“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Eum labore eaque vel aspernatur magnam modi rem.
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Know your enemies
“…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”
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If you got to make your own K-pop year-end awards show for 2024, who would win?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I seen it all in my short life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The other one don't understand me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll see you when I get there,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
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
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,