What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:16
I do it once, I do it twice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
How do you write lyrics for a song that resonates with listeners?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Is anal sex allowed in Islam? It's not written anywhere in the Quran whether it's forbidden or not.
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Gangbangers that spit slang
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why do some men like anal sex?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Was Jimmy Carter a good President of the United States?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Are there any more 'nun' jokes?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
How did you respond to, "Why do you love me"?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Soldier with the gas-mask
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
No smile is genuine or real,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
Know your enemies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who designed our DNA structure?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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 very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
Mothership alien sorceress
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“…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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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”
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Movin objects mentally
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'll see you when I get there,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues