What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 02:13

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