What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:34
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Movin objects mentally
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Mothership alien sorceress
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Have you ever had sex with sisters?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why are there so many single moms in America?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Know your enemies
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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'”
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Three months later we run our own caper,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,