What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 06:15
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The other one don't understand me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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'”
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Movin objects mentally
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I'll see you when I get there,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Know your enemies
Gangbangers that spit slang
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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I do it once, I do it twice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Me and my peeps is all trife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What does life mean without death?
How did you know you weren't the narc?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What is unattractive about a nice guy? Why do some women don’t choose nice guys?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Mothership alien sorceress
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I never knew my life mattered”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Three months later we run our own caper,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I seen it all in my short life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If it ain't
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“…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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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 thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who designed our DNA structure?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife