What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
07.06.2025 18:14

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