What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 09:03
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What is the recommended frequency for using a red light therapy device for skin?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why is my older sister so mean to me as if I was her enemy?
The other one don't understand me,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why do people stay in cults after they have joined?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
How often do prisoners try to escape from jail/prison, and how many of them succeed?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why do girls not like some guys at the university?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do it once, I do it twice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What do you love doing for fun?
Movin objects mentally
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll see you when I get there,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
Know your enemies
Me and my peeps is all trife
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Mothership alien sorceress
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I never knew my life mattered”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face