What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 00:24
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What is the meanest thing your husband has said to you?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Three months later we run our own caper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
What are the coolest new smart home gadgets to upgrade your living space?
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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Soldier with the gas-mask
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Will Kamala Harris rekindle the business model of sleeping your way to the top?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What do you think hell is like?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What are the signs of covert narcissistic abuse that most people miss?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If Iran’s Oil Is Cut Off, China Will Pay the Price - WSJ
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love 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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Movin objects mentally
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Know your enemies
I'll see you when I get there,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dead astronauts, pyramids
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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'”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The other one don't understand me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you