What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 07:55
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why has Schrödinger's Cat, the experiment, not actually been performed?
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does it mean to live "the 'underconsumption' life"?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
How does red light therapy affect eyes?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What are your best funny dating stories?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
When will dating stop being so hard for Gen Z?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What do you think about Anthony Scaramucci saying that JD in JD Vance stands for "Just Dull?"
Mothership alien sorceress
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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Movin objects mentally
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
No smile is genuine or real,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“…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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What does life mean without death?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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 I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,