What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 08:33

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