What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 06:41
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What is the impact of being stereotyped as poor on an individual's life? How does it make them feel?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Three months later we run our own caper,
How can you know if they are your twin flame and not limerence or obsession?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What do you love to do at night when you’re alone?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
No smile is genuine or real,
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Know your enemies
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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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'”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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I seen it all in my short life
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“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“…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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Mothership alien sorceress
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I never knew my life mattered”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Movin objects mentally
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Me and my peeps is all trife