What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 24.06.2025 15:29
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The other one don't understand me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
Movin objects mentally
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
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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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Homophobia is clearly a harmful mental sickness. What can LGBT people do to cure it?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Did you know that we white women prefer Black boyfriends?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Me and my peeps is all trife
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who would win in this boxing matchup between these two, Dillian Whyte or Samuel Peter?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Mothership alien sorceress
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?