What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 08:21

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