What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 05:42

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Soldier with the gas-mask
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I seen it all in my short life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Hillary thinks we must censor or "we lose total control". Why does she demand total control?
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
What are some ways to improve speed in sprinting, running uphill, and long/middle distance running?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Do women like watching men sucking men?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If Trump were to lose in 2024, would that be the end of his grip on the Republican Party?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What would be the lowest score with 9 strikes and no gutter balls?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Can you write a letter to your first love without mentioning his/her name?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Was Jimmy Carter a good President of the United States?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Is the 4B movement's aggressiveness against men for seeing women as mantelpieces valid?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What does life mean without death?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who designed our DNA structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Three months later we run our own caper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Know your enemies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“…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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?