What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 11:55

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