What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 00:12
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why am I attracted to older men?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why do creationists ask for proof of evolution and then ignore the answers?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Are evolutionists giving evolution a bad name by claiming humans started off as shrews?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why do I feel so lazy every time I get into my room?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
How do you know how physically attractive you actually are?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Cher’s Son Elijah Blue Allman Hospitalized After ‘Acting Erratically’ - Rolling Stone
I'll see you when I get there,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
A handy charger for every Switch Joy-Con you own is just $20 - The Verge
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Measles leaves children vulnerable to other diseases for years - Our World in Data
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dementia risk begins in childhood, not old age, scientists warn - PsyPost
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
What would be the lowest score with 9 strikes and no gutter balls?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I never knew my life mattered”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
How does an experienced gay/bi guy handle a bi-courius guy on his first time?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why is my crush beautiful to me but not to others?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
“…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”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Mothership alien sorceress
Movin objects mentally
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,