What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 08:22
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Would Donald Trump's reelection make the world more dangerous?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why does it itch on my vulva, uterus, and sides of my vagina, but it doesn't itch inside the vagina?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What would have happened if Shin was a good movie instead of a bad one?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Who designed our DNA structure?
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll see you when I get there,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Know your enemies
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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 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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The other one don't understand me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Three months later we run our own caper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“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”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I do it once, I do it twice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,