What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 05:05
The other one don't understand me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
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Who designed our DNA structure?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Is it possible to start a small scale domestic BPO (Call Center)?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Me and my peeps is all trife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
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?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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 here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“…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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I never knew my life mattered”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
“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'”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
No smile is genuine or real,
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,