What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 02.07.2025 05:05

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Gangbangers that spit slang

Why is blood sugar ranging from 70-180 in a day and checked through a glucometer?

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

Soldier with the gas-mask

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Laser weapons and ecstasy

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

I never knew my life mattered”

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

“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”

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

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“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,

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

Why am I not getting any atheists to debate with? Are they scared?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Who designed our DNA structure?

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

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I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

If there was only one man remaining on the Earth, would this be regarded as extinction?

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Atheists who said that reading the Bible made them an atheist, how? Literally there are millions of people who read the Bible daily and still believe in God. So why say that? I mean unless you want to sound smart & edgy

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

The other one don't understand me,

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

I'll see you when I get there,

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

Reveal alien tribal culture,

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

No smile is genuine or real,

Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

I seen it all in my short life

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

“…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”

If it ain't

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

“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'”

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

If it ain't

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

Mothership alien sorceress

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

Movin objects mentally

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Know your enemies

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

“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”

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

I do it once, I do it twice,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Three months later we run our own caper,

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Me and my peeps is all trife

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

“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”

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

What does life mean without death?

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,