What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 17:35
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Three months later we run our own caper,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Why do some straight men like to suck dick but don't find other males attractive?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
The other one don't understand me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Mothership alien sorceress
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Movin objects mentally
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If it ain't
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“…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,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,