What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Last Updated: 03.07.2025 01:48

What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

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

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

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

Why do men prefer women below the age of 30?

Reveal alien tribal culture,

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

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

Why would Hugh Grant cheat on Elizabeth Hurley?

Who designed our DNA structure?

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

Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

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

Why is the French way to say please is "S'il te plaît" and not "Pour Favour" like Spanish and Portuguese "Per Favor" and Italian "Per Favore" in the Romance languages group?

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

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

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

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

Three months later we run our own caper,

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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”

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

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

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“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”

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

I seen it all in my short life

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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

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

Do you have any opinion on Japanese writer/actor Yukio Mishima?

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,

Laser weapons and ecstasy

Molestiae quas aut aut quisquam eum aut.

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

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

Know your enemies

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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

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

Me and my peeps is all trife

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I never knew my life mattered”

If it ain't

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

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

Gangbangers that spit slang

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

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

Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

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

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

Dead astronauts, pyramids

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

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

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

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

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

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

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

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

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

“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”

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

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

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

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

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

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

Mothership alien sorceress

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

No smile is genuine or real,

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

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

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

What does life mean without death?

“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'”

He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

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

Until we realized how to get the real money;

I'll see you when I get there,

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

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

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

I do it once, I do it twice,

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

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

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

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

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

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

“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”

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

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

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

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

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

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

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

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

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

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

“…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”

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Movin objects mentally

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

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

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

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

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

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

If it ain't

The other one don't understand me,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

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

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

Soldier with the gas-mask

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

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

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