What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:13
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why do girls in Indian top colleges wear shorts?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why do some people have sex with dogs?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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If it ain't
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I do it once, I do it twice,
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If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why do some men want to have anal sex with women?
No smile is genuine or real,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Is there an MBTI personality that is more or less likely to handle stress?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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'”
What does life mean without death?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“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”
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“…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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Movin objects mentally
The other one don't understand me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Mothership alien sorceress
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Know your enemies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I never knew my life mattered”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife