What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 13:25
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do it once, I do it twice,
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No smile is genuine or real,
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Record-breaking cosmic structure discovered in colossal galaxy cluster - Phys.org
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
The other one don't understand me,
Life-building molecules discovered in the disk of a young star - Earth.com
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Fred Espenak, astronomy's 'Mr. Eclipse', dies at 71 - Space
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Analysts revamp forecast for Nvidia-backed AI stock - TheStreet
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Is Beauty of Joseon Sunscreen good for oily skin?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Which scene is considered the most difficult to watch in each of Quentin Tarantino's movies?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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'”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What does life mean without death?
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gangbangers that spit slang
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Soldier with the gas-mask
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,