What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 05:06
I never knew my life mattered”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why are Korean female leads so angry all the time?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
CVS closing 271 stores, including 3 locations in Upstate NY - Syracuse.com
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Trump travel ban rattles immigrant communities across U.S. - The Washington Post
Me and my peeps is all trife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gangbangers that spit slang
My Girlfriend Had a Legendary Sex Life Before Me. No One Will Let Me Forget It. - Slate Magazine
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What does life mean without death?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What was your most memorable experience catching a fraudulent car seller?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who designed our DNA structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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'”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“…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 beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll see you when I get there,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,