What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 08:27
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I never knew my life mattered”
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Three months later we run our own caper,
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Has anyone tried bestiality and been caught?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
What does life mean without death?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What is your juiciest sex story?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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'”
What is a fun psychological trick to try on someone?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The other one don't understand me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gangbangers that spit slang
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll see you when I get there,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I seen it all in my short life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Mothership alien sorceress
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“…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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Movin objects mentally
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Know your enemies
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,