What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 03:22
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Why do females hate MGTOW so much?
I seen it all in my short life
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“…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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What’s one positive trait you’ve gained because of BPD?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Have you ever been forced to dress like a girl?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Why does the UK Labour MP Jess Philips seem to be such a divisive figure?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What are some cool confidence hacks?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why is it called iOS 26? What happened to iOS 19 for iPhone - 9to5Mac
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why are FtM trans just another type of woman?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How many trans people are lawful gun owners?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Have you ever been forced to undress for money just once?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
“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'”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Know your enemies
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you