What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 01:25
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Why are black women the largest unmarried group in the United States of America?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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 career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Why do narcissists keep calling on the phone after years of separation?
Mothership alien sorceress
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why do girls in Indian top colleges wear shorts?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gangbangers that spit slang
Have you had any paranormal activity situations happen personally to you or someone you know?
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
FDA rushed out agency-wide AI tool—it’s not going well - Ars Technica
Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Over 46,000 Grafana instances exposed to account takeover bug - BleepingComputer
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
When writing a novel, how can a character be developed well, but QUICKLY?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Can bosses get fired for being too hard on employees?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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'”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I never knew my life mattered”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll see you when I get there,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Know your enemies
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“…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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I seen it all in my short life
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?