What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:22
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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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
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Why is Eric Clapton so roundly disliked among guitarists?
I do it once, I do it twice,
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?”
Why are most girls not open to the idea of anal sex?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Know your enemies
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Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Mothership alien sorceress
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why do so many autistic adults deal with self-hatred?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'll see you when I get there,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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'”
“…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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I never knew my life mattered”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
What does life mean without death?
I seen it all in my short life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Movin objects mentally
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you