What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 22.06.2025 14:35
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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'”
Movin objects mentally
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
What does life mean without death?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I seen it all in my short life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Soldier with the gas-mask
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Know your enemies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Me and my peeps is all trife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I never knew my life mattered”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,