What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 18.06.2025 12:20
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Can bosses get fired for being too hard on employees?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What was your best sex experience that still makes you horny?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
Who is the dumbest law enforcement officer you have ever encountered?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why do people have polyamorous relationships?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“…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”
Why does my penis look like a mushroom when it gets big?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Why cant I ever fall asleep with my boyfriend?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
When was you wife swapping fantasy started?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gangbangers that spit slang
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who designed our DNA structure?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
I do it once, I do it twice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What does life mean without death?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you