What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 05:57
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What is it that gives a man who is a submissive cock sucker his most pleasure?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll see you when I get there,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I seen it all in my short life
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why was the rock band Kiss so successful?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If it ain't
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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
“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'”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Mothership alien sorceress
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Know your enemies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Movin objects mentally
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand me,
I never knew my life mattered”
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“…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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
What does life mean without death?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,