What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 18:32
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
How do you write lyrics for a song that resonates with listeners?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why do men say women hit the wall at 24?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
“…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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I seen it all in my short life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The other one don't understand me,
I'll see you when I get there,
Mothership alien sorceress
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who designed our DNA structure?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Laser weapons and ecstasy