What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 04:55
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
How could Trump, with his deplorable garbage supporters, manage to win an election?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
How do you cope when your mother doesn't love you?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Movin objects mentally
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“…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”
Mothership alien sorceress
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'll see you when I get there,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What does life mean without death?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If it ain't
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Three months later we run our own caper,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I seen it all in my short life
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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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