What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:55
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Me and my peeps is all trife
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Why do boobs of some girls bounce when they walk?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I never knew my life mattered”
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
How do you know how physically attractive you actually are?
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Know your enemies
How do people break a narcissist man's ego?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I seen it all in my short life
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“…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”
“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'”
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What does life mean without death?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The other one don't understand me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Mothership alien sorceress
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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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If it ain't