What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:07
“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?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Is love natural, or is it somehow created?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'll see you when I get there,
If it ain't
Can people who have never met you tell if you are a covert narcissist?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Three months later we run our own caper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I never knew my life mattered”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What does life mean without death?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Movin objects mentally
“…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”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Soldier with the gas-mask
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Know your enemies
The other one don't understand me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
No smile is genuine or real,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
I seen it all in my short life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Mothership alien sorceress
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,