What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 16:49
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I seen it all in my short life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What is the best technique for inserting a tampon into one’s anus?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Do any other guys like to eat cum of another man from their wife's pussy?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
“…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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
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
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
Mothership alien sorceress
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
No smile is genuine or real,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?