What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:02
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Gangbangers that spit slang
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Where can I sell naked pics of myself online?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Do straight guys like to have sex with men when they smoke meth?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who designed our DNA structure?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll see you when I get there,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The other one don't understand me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I never knew my life mattered”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Movin objects mentally
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
“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'”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Know your enemies
I seen it all in my short life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
What does life mean without death?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“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”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?