What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 27.06.2025 06:58
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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'”
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
No smile is genuine or real,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Crashed lander looks back at Earth from the moon photo of the day for June 10, 2025 - Space
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Astronomers discover the largest 'ultramassive' black hole ever seen - Earth.com
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Police arrest roughly 60 protesters outside US Capitol - CNN
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Assumenda assumenda cum ducimus iste enim eos dolores molestiae.
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,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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I seen it all in my short life
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“…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”
Movin objects mentally
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The other one don't understand me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Mothership alien sorceress
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I never knew my life mattered”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Know your enemies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll see you when I get there,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Three months later we run our own caper,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,