What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 02:21
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Do narcissists love their children?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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What does life mean without death?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I do it once, I do it twice,
60 years ago, Ed White went out for walk photo of the day for June 3, 2025 - Space
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why does a narcissist act like it's nothing when they hurt you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Mothership alien sorceress
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why does he text me first but when I never text first he gets mad?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
“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 seen it all in my short life
Republicans, why do you support Kamala Harris over Donald Trump?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Why do Democrats call any Republican "Magats", like they are subhuman?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“…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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Three months later we run our own caper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The other one don't understand me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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'”
Know your enemies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who designed our DNA structure?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”