What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 13:59
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Gangbangers that spit slang
Movin objects mentally
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why aren't you a Trump supporter?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Meta takes $15 billion stake in Scale AI in bid to catch competitors - The Washington Post
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who are the K-Pop group members that you solo stan?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'll see you when I get there,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds is getting a fifth and final season - The Verge
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
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Mothership alien sorceress
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
How the Universe and Its Mirrored Version Are Different - WIRED
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What does life mean without death?
How did Trump's ear recover 100% from the "two centimeter wound" we were told of two weeks ago?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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'”
Know your enemies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The other one don't understand me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“…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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Me and my peeps is all trife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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 sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,