What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 03.07.2025 00:02
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Is it ok to be spanked by your parents if you are not in bed in your set bedtime?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
How do you get the most out of red light therapy?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Movin objects mentally
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Aut consectetur debitis ullam.
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Which document should be pointed out to a holocaust denier?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
Why is there no great temptress figure in any of Tolkien’s major works?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
What does life mean without death?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Soldier with the gas-mask
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Know your enemies
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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'”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Mothership alien sorceress
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like