What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 01:30
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 very next day while I'm off to class,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why do all the stupid people think Donald J. Trump is stupid?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Is it okay if I sleep with my brother without my husband knowing?
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
What is world history that not many people know about?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Me and my peeps is all trife
When will dating stop being so hard for Gen Z?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Are INFJs essentially the most introverted type?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If atheists are so positive that there is no God, where is their proof that He does not exist?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Do you as a gay male enjoy the feeling of getting a penis in your anus?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Movin objects mentally
No smile is genuine or real,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“…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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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'”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I never knew my life mattered”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I seen it all in my short life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,