What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 02:18
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Do you find Anushka Sen attractive?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why won't Canada build their own fighter jet?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll see you when I get there,
Has a cop ever said something to you which was completely unexpected?
If it ain't
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
How do great movie moments influence how people handle real-life moral dilemmas?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Is it ok to be spanked by your parents if you are not in bed in your set bedtime?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What does life mean without death?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I seen it all in my short life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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 like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Mothership alien sorceress
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“…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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Soldier with the gas-mask
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The other one don't understand me,