What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 20:54

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