What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 00:52
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Should parents force their kids to go to school when they are sick?
What does life mean without death?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Is Matt Gaetz qualified to be Attorney General of the United States?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Is Tinder the best dating app?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“…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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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
What is your best gay fantasy?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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'”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
I'll see you when I get there,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I seen it all in my short life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Know your enemies
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
If it ain't
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Soldier with the gas-mask
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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