What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 20:37
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
What is the best way to get revenge on people who hurt you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Veritatis voluptatem autem enim similique quo quasi magnam tempora.
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
No smile is genuine or real,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Falcons have been spotted at UC Berkeley. Is there hope for Campanile chicks again? - Berkeleyside
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
Why does a college girl cover her face with a scarf in Bangalore?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Are there any guys, crossdressers, or transgender girls here who wear tampons?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If it ain't
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Me and my peeps is all trife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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'”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I never knew my life mattered”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Movin objects mentally
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The other one don't understand me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I do it once, I do it twice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
“…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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you