What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:01
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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“…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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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 shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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Movin objects mentally
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Kuorans can you write a sad story about kpop?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Is heroin really as good as people say it is?
I seen it all in my short life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
No smile is genuine or real,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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 never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The other one don't understand me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
“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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I do it once, I do it twice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,