What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 00:53
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Does being poor build better character than being born rich?
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
When was you wife swapping fantasy started?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Would you date/marry a guy younger than you? If no, why not?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Is BPD real or just an excuse?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If babies could write, what questions would they ask on Quora?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
How good is KIIT school of management at Bhubaneswar?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What causes you to be tired all the time and major headaches?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Do crossdressers like wearing pantyliners and tampons in their butts?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What does life mean without death?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'll see you when I get there,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Know your enemies
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
I never knew my life mattered”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I seen it all in my short life
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Mothership alien sorceress
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife