What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 03.07.2025 02:54

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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“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”

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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I never knew my life mattered”

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

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

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Mothership alien sorceress

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Why did the Soviet Jews hate the Soviet Union?

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

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

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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“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'”

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

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

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I seen it all in my short life

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

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

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

I'll see you when I get there,

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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

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

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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Movin objects mentally

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

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Reveal alien tribal culture,

No smile is genuine or real,

“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”

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

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

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

The other one don't understand me,

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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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”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

If it ain't

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

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

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Gangbangers that spit slang

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

If it ain't

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

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

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

“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”

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

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

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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

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

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

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

What does life mean without death?

Know your enemies

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Me and my peeps is all trife