What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:29
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
No smile is genuine or real,
“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'”
Why do guys have better skin than women even though women use more product?
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Should parents force their kids to go to school when they are sick?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Know your enemies
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why does a narcissist act like it's nothing when they hurt you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What's your favourite porn video to jerk off to?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I seen it all in my short life
Soldier with the gas-mask
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“…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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Gangbangers that spit slang
What does life mean without death?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The other one don't understand me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Three months later we run our own caper,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Mothership alien sorceress
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Movin objects mentally
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,