What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 02:40
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The High Stakes of Kevin Durant’s Closing Act - The Ringer
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Mothership alien sorceress
How do I build muscle easily with isometrics?
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Which job has the potential to become rich easily?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life
As a guy, how do you know you if you are considered attractive?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Can you recommend a simple song with an awesome solo? What makes the solo stand out?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll see you when I get there,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Movin objects mentally
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who designed our DNA structure?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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 funny how the money make the whole world love you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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'”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I never knew my life mattered”
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you