What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 02:02
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
When writing a novel, how can a character be developed well, but QUICKLY?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Movin objects mentally
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Is it possible to achieve spiritual enlightenment while being in a romantic relationship?
“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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What’s the worst thing you caught anyone in your family doing?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“…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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Three months later we run our own caper,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground 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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
No smile is genuine or real,
I never knew my life mattered”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Know your enemies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If it ain't
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
Gangbangers that spit slang
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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 do it once, I do it twice,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,