What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 26.06.2025 13:10
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I'll see you when I get there,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
How many boxes 600 x 400 x 200 go into a 20ft container?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Know your enemies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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'”
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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 there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Is the Democrat party connected with organized crime in America?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I seen it all in my short life
Three months later we run our own caper,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Movin objects mentally
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Mothership alien sorceress
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
No smile is genuine or real,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The other one don't understand me,
“…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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”