What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 17.06.2025 02:45
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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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'”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Is the Las Vegas Grand Prix considered one of the "premier events on the Formula 1 calendar?"
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What it is like to have sex with a relative woman?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Movin objects mentally
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What is your interpretation of the movie Rocky? What makes it a good film in your opinion?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Was Michael Jackson really an innocent person?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What is the gayest experience you have seen in prison?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
How is bestiality wrong, but killing animals for sport or trophies is considered okay?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What is world history that not many people know about?
“…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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
How does Arab culture and values differ from western culture and values?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Know your enemies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I seen it all in my short life
Mothership alien sorceress
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What does life mean without death?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”