What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 07:56
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
What do you think of Andrew Tate?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Why aren't you a Trump supporter?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
How do you identify a woman player?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
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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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Mothership alien sorceress
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I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why are Republicans such intolerant people?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
As a guy, how do you know you if you are considered attractive?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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What does life mean without death?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“…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”
If it ain't
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Know your enemies
I do it once, I do it twice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
“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'”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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 career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
No smile is genuine or real,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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 live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?