What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 02:02
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Et expedita consequatur quam et.
Me and my peeps is all trife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
How do you fight the push and pull (manipulation) tactic if you want to win him?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
Can Benadryl cause a false positive for benzodiazepines?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I never knew my life mattered”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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“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 I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What is a good alternative to the Nike Zoom Pegasus Turbo for running on asphalt and concrete?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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 designed our DNA structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Three months later we run our own caper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Know your enemies
Gangbangers that spit slang
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“…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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I seen it all in my short life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,