What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 04:20
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Mothership alien sorceress
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
How come Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday? That's not 3 days and three nights.
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Movin objects mentally
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“…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”
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
What’s a historical event you wish more people talked about?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'll see you when I get there,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Know your enemies
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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
Who designed our DNA structure?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
No smile is genuine or real,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Me and my peeps is all trife
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What does life mean without death?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,