What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:34
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The other one don't understand me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What are the signs of mild autism in a child?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“…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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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
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What does life mean without death?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What kind of person makes you think "how come there are people like that"?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why do subpar women think that they are nines and tens?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll see you when I get there,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I seen it all in my short life
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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?”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”