What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 08:50
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The other one don't understand me,
Can a meme heal what therapy can't?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
What’s the saddest thing you’ve seen at your job?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
What does it mean when a British person says "I can't be asked"?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What are the ten cars that make me no longer feel inferior?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“…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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I seen it all in my short life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If it ain't
Is it okay for a wife who comes home from a date to tell her husband what she did?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What was the craziest place that you had sex with someone in public?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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'”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,