What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 12:28
Movin objects mentally
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Which is the best face wash for oily skin?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
How did it feel to take your first gay BBC?
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What does life mean without death?
The cloud broke Thursday and it'll happen again - how to protect your business before then - ZDNET
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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'”
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Yankees will have to find ninth-inning serenity in Luke Weaver’s absence - New York Post
Me and my peeps is all trife
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I never knew my life mattered”
Report: Packers taking full dead cap hit of $17 million on Jaire Alexander in 2025 - NBC Sports
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
This Philosophy Quiz Will Prove Whether You're Actually Smart Or Just Pretending - BuzzFeed
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Know your enemies
“…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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll see you when I get there,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Until we realized how to get the real money;
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies