What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 20:32
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why is my crush beautiful to me but not to others?
If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What is the STAR interview method?
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
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If Iran’s Oil Is Cut Off, China Will Pay the Price - WSJ
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why would Hugh Grant cheat on Elizabeth Hurley?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help me?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What is your review of Hartley`s High School, Kolkata?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'll see you when I get there,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Mothership alien sorceress
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Movin objects mentally
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna 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 do it once, I do it twice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Know your enemies
I seen it all in my short life
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,