What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 00:17
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What would it take for you to consider yourself a "Swiftie" like Flavor Flav?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
How is Sola Scriptura incoherent?
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I seen it all in my short life
Gangbangers that spit slang
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When was the first time your wife had beastiality?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If it ain't
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why are Boomers so vehemently opposed to student loan forgiveness?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why can’t the British eat or drink anything unless they place a table cloth on the table first?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Starbucks CEO admits the struggling chain made a major mistake - TheStreet
Know your enemies
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How do you handle family members who ask for handouts?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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'”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
No smile is genuine or real,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The other one don't understand me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What does life mean without death?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,