What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:19
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What is one thing which you cannot stop however hard you try?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I seen it all in my short life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
How do you get a girl to like you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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If it ain't
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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Three months later we run our own caper,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Can a cop pull you over walking home asking why you are out so late?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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No smile is genuine or real,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I never knew my life mattered”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
What does life mean without death?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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'”
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Mothership alien sorceress
“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,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The other one don't understand me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Know your enemies
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“…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”
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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'll see you when I get there,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”