What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:29
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The other one don't understand me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What is the worst thing your sibling has done?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Mothership alien sorceress
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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 brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Has anyone ever had sex with their cousin? How did it start, and would you do it again?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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 hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I seen it all in my short life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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'”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
“…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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
What does life mean without death?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
No smile is genuine or real,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,