What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 02.07.2025 01:46

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

Gun owners, imagine if an attacker comes to your home and takes your gun to use against you before you had the chance to pick it up. Would you regret owning a gun?

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

What are the most common signs that a partner will cheat before it happens?

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

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Why do some people refuse to explain their actions or behavior when asked? Why do they claim to not know the reason instead of providing an explanation?

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

The other one don't understand me,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

What is your craziest college sex story?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

Do happily married husbands cheat?

Mothership alien sorceress

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

When does a woman know she is cumming?

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

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

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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

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

Laser weapons and ecstasy

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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

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

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

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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”

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

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Is there any evidence to support the existence of people who have experienced "gangstalking"? Or is it a psychological phenomenon?

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

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

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

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

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

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I never knew my life mattered”

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

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

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Gangbangers that spit slang

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

What is the STAR interview method?

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

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

If it ain't

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

“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”

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”

“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”

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

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

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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

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

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

“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”

If it ain't

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

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

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

Who designed our DNA structure?

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

I do it once, I do it twice,

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

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

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

I'll see you when I get there,

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

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

“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'”

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

Movin objects mentally

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

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

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

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

No smile is genuine or real,

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

What does life mean without death?

I seen it all in my short life

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

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

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

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

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

Know your enemies

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

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

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

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,