What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 10:04
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why do you think Filipinos are conservatives?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If it ain't
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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'”
What are the consequences of sleeping with a married woman?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What's wrong with white women?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why do good-looking men date homely women?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Movin objects mentally
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why won't Canada build their own fighter jet?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Know your enemies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Me and my peeps is all trife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
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,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I seen it all in my short life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll see you when I get there,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I never knew my life mattered”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife