What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 01:52
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I never knew my life mattered”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why are Indians so influenced by the Western culture, when the Indian tradition has so much to give?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
How would you feel if your girlfriend had dick pics on her phone?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Mothership alien sorceress
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Movin objects mentally
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do it once, I do it twice,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If it ain't
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll see you when I get there,
“…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”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
No smile is genuine or real,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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'”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
What does life mean without death?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,