What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 15:06
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Movin objects mentally
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Have you ever had a secret crush on anyone?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
What was your biggest culture shock going to Europe?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Why don't we hear our own snoring?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
No smile is genuine or real,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll see you when I get there,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Know your enemies
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I seen it all in my short life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
What does life mean without death?
I never knew my life mattered”