What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 10:11

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