What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 05:26
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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“…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 do it once, I do it twice,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If there is an abandoned house with no owner, can I live in it?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
How is bestiality wrong, but killing animals for sport or trophies is considered okay?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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'”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The other one don't understand me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If it ain't
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Movin objects mentally
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Know your enemies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Me and my peeps is all trife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Soldier with the gas-mask
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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