What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 08:03
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What do you do when your family doesn’t care about you?
“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”
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I tried the 6-6-6 walking challenge for a week and my step count skyrocketed - Fit&Well
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Are there really people who still believe the Earth is flat?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
What is the best eye cream for your dark circles?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
How is bestiality wrong, but killing animals for sport or trophies is considered okay?
I seen it all in my short life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Is it painful for men to wear bras, panties, and tampons?
I never knew my life mattered”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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No smile is genuine or real,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“…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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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
What does life mean without death?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;