What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 04:22
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why can't they repair the damage caused by Elon Musk renaming Twitter to X?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
Kuorans can you write a sad story about kpop?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What was something you did naughty with your cousin?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I never knew my life mattered”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What can help me fall asleep at night?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What is the best way to get revenge on people who hurt you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
What is a fun psychological trick to try on someone?
I'll see you when I get there,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Know your enemies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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'”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“…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”
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