What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 05:57
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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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”
If it ain't
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
How do I build rapport with anybody?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What can anal toys bring to straight men?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
How short is too short for a skirt?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The other one don't understand me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why do atheists want to see God so badly?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
No smile is genuine or real,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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I'll see you when I get there,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Mothership alien sorceress
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What does life mean without death?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Soldier with the gas-mask
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I do it once, I do it twice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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