What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 10:25
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Why should we share our wife with others?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
What did Rama tell Sita about Kaliyug?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
How much should one budget to travel for 1 month generally?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
What is the best way to get over your ex?
I'll see you when I get there,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“…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”
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I never knew my life mattered”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Mothership alien sorceress
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Movin objects mentally
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I seen it all in my short life
If it ain't
Know your enemies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
What does life mean without death?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do it once, I do it twice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you