What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 07:53
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Know your enemies
I never knew my life mattered”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why do people with straight hair think curly hair is so easy to take care of?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Why was Nietzsche against essentialism?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The other one don't understand me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Me and my peeps is all trife
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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'”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Mothership alien sorceress
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally