What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 00:23
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Know your enemies
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Rikishi calls for WWE writers to be fired for botching Jey Uso’s world title run - Cageside Seats
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Big brands are staying quiet this Pride Month - CNN
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Sam Rockwell had his head shaved by strippers before quitting 'G.I. Jane' - Entertainment Weekly
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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“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'”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What do you think is the most powerful line in the song "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" by Édith Piaf?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
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If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Can Djokovic climb the mountain? - Roland Garros
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Oldest human DNA ever found tells the story of a lost branch on the human family tree - Earth.com
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Me and my peeps is all trife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I seen it all in my short life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”