What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:33
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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“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”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
The other one don't understand me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll see you when I get there,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Would you join a gym or workout at home and why?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
“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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“…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”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Dead astronauts, pyramids
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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
Movin objects mentally
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Mothership alien sorceress
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
I do it once, I do it twice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Know your enemies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I never knew my life mattered”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask