What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 06:03
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What does life mean without death?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Just sitting at home with this huge cock. Who can take care of it for me?
I seen it all in my short life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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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
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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No smile is genuine or real,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What is the future of AI in interior design?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why do ugly men flirt with girls that are really hot?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
The other one don't understand me,
Movin objects mentally
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Know your enemies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,