What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 02:55
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
How do you leave a relationship when you are still in love?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Gangbangers that spit slang
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“…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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Mothership alien sorceress
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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'”