What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 16:40
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The other one don't understand me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Do straight guys like to see cocks?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Have you ever been forced to undress for money just once?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What smell will you never forget?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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“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”
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
How do you handle family members who ask for handouts?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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'”
If it ain't
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Mothership alien sorceress
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Why are white women so overly emotional?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll see you when I get there,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Know your enemies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I seen it all in my short life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Me and my peeps is all trife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Movin objects mentally
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“…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,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I never knew my life mattered”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,