What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 08:12
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why would a spouse cheat if the marriage is good?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“…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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My son is possessed, now he has psychosis. Can someone help me?
I seen it all in my short life
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Laser weapons and ecstasy
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Why do flat-Earthers think the Earth is flat?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Who designed our DNA structure?
What does life mean without death?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
How do you get a teenage boy to care about hygiene?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Know your enemies
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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'”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Movin objects mentally
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The other one don't understand me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,