What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 05:23
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Know your enemies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“…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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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 rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Are there any Indian wife swapping stories?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What was something you did naughty with your cousin?
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why does it itch on my vulva, uterus, and sides of my vagina, but it doesn't itch inside the vagina?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
No smile is genuine or real,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Soldier with the gas-mask
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What does life mean without death?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The other one don't understand me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I seen it all in my short life
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Three months later we run our own caper,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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