What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 05:45
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I seen it all in my short life
How do you help patients stop hearing voices?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“…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”
Why has my ex moved on so fast after years of being together with me?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I do it once, I do it twice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What can I do to deal with disrespectful children?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What bait should you use for ocean fishing?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why do black people prefer thick, curvy women?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If Trump were to lose in 2024, would that be the end of his grip on the Republican Party?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why does Africa have all mineral resources but she is suffering economically?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Laser weapons and ecstasy
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I never knew my life mattered”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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'”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose