What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 19.06.2025 08:31
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
Mothership alien sorceress
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Are you happy that soon we will never hear from Kamala Jones again?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What's the biggest myth about illegal immigrants?
“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
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do it once, I do it twice,
What defines the k'vanna of the Book of בראשית?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Why does a lot of the YouTube community support the MGTOW movement?
If it ain't
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why do very skinny girls get more male attention if it is true that men like curves?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Can you summarize season 1 of "The Acolyte"?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Have you had any paranormal activity situations happen personally to you or someone you know?
I never knew my life mattered”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Why do so many people find Kakashi's character so appealing and inspirational?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Know your enemies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does life mean without death?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Soldier with the gas-mask
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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 seen it all in my short life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through