What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 03:15
The other one don't understand me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I seen it all in my short life
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Is it okay for my husband to help other ladies without telling me?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
Isn't it a turn on to have sex with a girl in a skirt or in a tight spandex?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Has your wife made you a cuckold?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why do British people always write "xxx" after their names?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why are white women dating more black guys than ever?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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?
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What does life mean without death?
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
“…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'll see you when I get there,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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'”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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