What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 12:23
I seen it all in my short life
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I never knew my life mattered”
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why don't men find fat women attractive?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why do people see porn pics when they can watch porn videos instead?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What do you think of Andrew Tate?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
No smile is genuine or real,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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 sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Movin objects mentally
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What does life mean without death?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“…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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,