What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 02:27
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why do I feel so tired all the time even after a good night’s sleep?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
How do you recognize when your mental health might need attention?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Why are Trump's and Khan's experiences with authorities in the US and Pakistan similar?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do it once, I do it twice,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What's the most trivial thing that ever made you go to the doctor?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why are perceived or real slights interpreted as rejections and reality by pwBPD?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I have a bad reputation and need help. What should I do?
“…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”
Know your enemies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Why do some people believe that Homelander would be no match for Superman or Thor?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why does Boko Haram attack its own Muslims?
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I seen it all in my short life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Three months later we run our own caper,
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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The other one don't understand me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
What does life mean without death?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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