What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 06:50
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Was Jimmy Carter a good President of the United States?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I never knew my life mattered”
What happened in a tent while you were camping that you will never forget?
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
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No smile is genuine or real,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
How can I use AI to create custom music to accompany my vocal song or poetry?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Movin objects mentally
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Do you enjoy cheating on your spouse? If so, why?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If it ain't
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll see you when I get there,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“…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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I seen it all in my short life
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”