What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 08:20
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of 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'”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
When did women stop wearing bonnets in North America?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
What does life mean without death?
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gangbangers that spit slang
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Is it possible to run away from home at 16? What are some essential items to bring for survival?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“…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”
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Three months later we run our own caper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Movin objects mentally
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I seen it all in my short life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Know your enemies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,