What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 01.07.2025 00:29
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Soldier with the gas-mask
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What is it like to experience sleep paralysis?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Mothership alien sorceress
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I seen it all in my short life
Who designed our DNA structure?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
How many trans people are lawful gun owners?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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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,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
No smile is genuine or real,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I do it once, I do it twice,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What does life mean without death?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I never knew my life mattered”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Three months later we run our own caper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“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'”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll see you when I get there,