What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 01:08
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Know your enemies
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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“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”
“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'”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
How do I explain to my husband that my 19-year-old son has accidentally gotten me pregnant?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do it once, I do it twice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I never knew my life mattered”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What does life mean without death?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll see you when I get there,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Gangbangers that spit slang
“…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”