What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:08
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What do you do to make yourself sleep early?
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What’s a mistake most guys make when trying to get a girlfriend?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Why in my 60s do I have a strong desire to suck cock and swallow?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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?
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What did someone say to you that instantly made you realize their life was in danger?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What do you do when your family doesn’t care about you?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“…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”
Is OnlyFans good or bad for the society? Why?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I never knew my life mattered”
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love 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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
How do I overcome attachment issues?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Mothership alien sorceress
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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'”
What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Know your enemies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The other one don't understand me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
No smile is genuine or real,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through