What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 04:32
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I never knew my life mattered”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What happens psychologically to a man the first time he gets penetrated anally?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What does life mean without death?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Why do people who were very kind and loving once become cold-hearted?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'll see you when I get there,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Three months later we run our own caper,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Movin objects mentally
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck 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 find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Mothership alien sorceress
“…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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries