What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 01:10
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What is the recipe for making a turmeric and ginger drink?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
How do I create cinema-grade videos using AI?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
I'll see you when I get there,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Mothership alien sorceress
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I never knew my life mattered”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The other one don't understand me,
No smile is genuine or real,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Movin objects mentally
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I seen it all in my short life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',