What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 12:16

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