What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 23:51
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Do you like wearing short skirts?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Is it ok to be spanked by your parents if you are not in bed in your set bedtime?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
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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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Is there any kind of mold that might be good for your skin?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What do you love doing for fun?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Until we realized how to get the real money;
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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The other one don't understand me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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“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'”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
How many women have accidentally pooped their pants and became turned on afterwards?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Know your enemies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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”
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What does life mean without death?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Mothership alien sorceress
Dead astronauts, pyramids
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,