What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 07:14
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why do many women in Turkey prefer to date blacks as a lover?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“…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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
What is the most interesting question you can ask to get to know someone?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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'”
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Gangbangers that spit slang
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll see you when I get there,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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 never knew my life mattered”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The other one don't understand me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Three months later we run our own caper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If it ain't
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose