What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 20.06.2025 18:57
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why cant a narcissist admit when they are wrong?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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“…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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Soldier with the gas-mask
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who designed our DNA structure?
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?
Are there any queer Space Marine Legion in Warhammer 30k or 40k?
Know your enemies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
How come Taiwan is LGBT friendly, yet Japan and South Korea are not?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What are women's true thoughts and feelings on bestiality?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
The other one don't understand me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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'”
No smile is genuine or real,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
If it ain't
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,