What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 12:43
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
How do people develop stage 4 cancer without noticing until it’s too late?
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Do flat Earthers really exist? Why do they believe the Earth is flat?
I seen it all in my short life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
What do you remember that 95% of us have forgotten?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What does life mean without death?
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Hello I am 17 year old boy and I am interested in transgender why?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What are your thoughts on the dating app "scam"?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
My friend asked my crush and he said my crush hates me but not in a rude way. What does that mean?
“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 put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'll see you when I get there,
The other one don't understand me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
No smile is genuine or real,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Movin objects mentally
“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'”
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“…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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Mothership alien sorceress
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Know your enemies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gangbangers that spit slang