What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 07:58
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What is the best/cute/funny/playful chat/conversation between brother and sister?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What does life mean without death?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why are daughters mean to their mothers?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Is it possible for doctors to diagnose prostate cancer just by looking at a patient?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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,
Why is our generation so unhappy?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
How is digital marketing important for business?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What is your response when someone says "how may I help you"?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The other one don't understand me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Me and my peeps is all trife
No smile is genuine or real,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Know your enemies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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
I seen it all in my short life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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'”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you