What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 06:49
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Spiraling with ChatGPT - TechCrunch
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What is the best technique for inserting a tampon into one’s anus?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What have you learned from your parents' mistakes?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Can a mother forget her child after she puts him or her up for adoption?
“…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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Movin objects mentally
Why did lobsters evolve bright colors if they are neither poisonous nor venomous?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Me and my peeps is all trife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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'”
The other one don't understand me,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What does life mean without death?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll see you when I get there,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Mothership alien sorceress
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gangbangers that spit slang
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,