What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:24

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