What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 13:14
Who designed our DNA structure?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Would Taylor Swift want to be as rich as Trump? This why she vote for Kamala?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What is the best case of “You just picked a fight with the wrong person” that you've witnessed?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Know your enemies
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll see you when I get there,
I never knew my life mattered”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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'”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Three months later we run our own caper,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Movin objects mentally
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The other one don't understand me,
What does life mean without death?
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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dead astronauts, pyramids