What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 12:57

Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I never knew my life mattered”
Why do I smell bad even though I have good hygiene?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Have you ever lost any respect for someone instantly?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who has gotten cured from a stage 4 breast cancer? The oncologist told her she would never be cured.
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
What topics are okay with you in comics and what topics should be totally off the table?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Movin objects mentally
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Is it true that schizophrenia can sometimes be a demonic attack or black magic?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What's the most incredible coincidence that ever happened to you?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Can you describe what it's like to live in a town known for Harley Davidson motorcycles?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What does life mean without death?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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'”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I seen it all in my short life
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Know your enemies
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want 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”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“…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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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