What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 25.06.2025 12:18
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Mothership alien sorceress
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
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“…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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
How do you dry your hair fast?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
How often should you forgive someone for hurting you? At what point should you cut ties?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Nemo harum distinctio cupiditate soluta nesciunt beatae harum.
If it ain't
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Soldier with the gas-mask
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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'”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll see you when I get there,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Know your enemies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I seen it all in my short life
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The other one don't understand me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,