What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 06:15
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Know your enemies
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
When you visit a store, do you go to shop or buy?
No smile is genuine or real,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Movin objects mentally
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why didn't my ex fight for our relationship? He gave up so easily.
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
If it ain't
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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 access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“…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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I'll see you when I get there,
The other one don't understand me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Me and my peeps is all trife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through