What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 00:25
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I can not sleep. what is the problem?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gangbangers that spit slang
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Which brand is the best home slippers in the Middle East?
I'll see you when I get there,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Mothership alien sorceress
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Does the Hamas charter specifically call for the death of all Jews and the destruction of Israel?
Movin objects mentally
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Know your enemies
Soldier with the gas-mask
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I never knew my life mattered”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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'”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What does life mean without death?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“…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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife