What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 07:18
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If it ain't
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
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“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What is one fantasy you have never told anyone about but really want to do?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Do conservative white women like black men?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why would an older small breed dog become obsessive about hygiene?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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 seen it all in my short life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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Soldier with the gas-mask
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What have you learned from your parents' mistakes?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Me and my peeps is all trife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Mothership alien sorceress
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Three months later we run our own caper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
No smile is genuine or real,
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“…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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Movin objects mentally
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight