What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 01:26
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who is Meghan Markle and why is she so controversial on the Internet?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why is there so much hate against black people?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
What is the irony of life according to you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
No smile is genuine or real,
What are the popular niches to talk about as a content creator on the social media platform?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
Do guys ever want to suck a dick even though they are straight?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
What does it mean if someone asks if it’s pink?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Too often, Black patients get late diagnoses of deadly skin cancer - The Washington Post
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
What's an uncomfortable truth you've learned to accept?
“…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”
What does life mean without death?
Movin objects mentally
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The other one don't understand me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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'”
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Know your enemies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,