What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 12:00

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