What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 23.06.2025 00:00
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Carlos Alcaraz roars all the way back to win the French Open again - The Washington Post
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Vandals target Paris Holocaust memorial, synagogues with paint - France 24
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
Me and my peeps is all trife
“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Why can't hot girls date ugly guys? I am ugly but I want an attractive girlfriend
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
NASA Pulls the Plug on Europa Lander, but Scientists Propose a Plan B - Gizmodo
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What does life mean without death?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What did Starbucks and Dunkin' Donuts do wrong in Sweden?
Mothership alien sorceress
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
SpaceX marks 500th Falcon launch with Starlink 11-22 Mission - Teslarati
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
How do we know that Taylor Swift was originally a brunette?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
This Chinese Spacecraft Is Traveling to One of Earth’s Quasi-Moons - WIRED
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Wall Street CEOs are cycling through the five stages of tariff grief - NPR
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
No smile is genuine or real,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
If it ain't
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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'”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I never knew my life mattered”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'll see you when I get there,
Know your enemies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang