What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 03:46
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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“…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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
How do you recognize when your mental health might need attention?
I seen it all in my short life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
What were your fantasies when you reached puberty?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Why do some guys treat girls so badly?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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
What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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If it ain't
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I never knew my life mattered”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Soldier with the gas-mask
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Know your enemies
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Who designed our DNA structure?
Mothership alien sorceress
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll see you when I get there,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”