What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 03:05
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
What do you do to make yourself sleep early?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The other one don't understand me,
What was your worst experience while living with roommates?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Has Messi scored against the Buffon?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Are people who cite the 2nd Amendment honestly familiar with what it establishes?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Mothership alien sorceress
Is the Las Vegas Grand Prix considered one of the "premier events on the Formula 1 calendar?"
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why would you think you're fit to be a model?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What species of fish are horse mackerels?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
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What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What's your take on Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? How has it affected you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If it ain't
What toxic behavior has been normalized by society?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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'll see you when I get there,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
“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”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“…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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Movin objects mentally
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,