What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 02:16
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why is the word "democracy" not in the preamble of the US Constitution?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Do you have any problem dating a younger man?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What is the XXX XXX Keerna Kappor video?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
How do you deal with a neighbor stealing?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I never knew my life mattered”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Me and my peeps is all trife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
What does life mean without death?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Movin objects mentally
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I seen it all in my short life
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“…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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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'”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'll see you when I get there,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Three months later we run our own caper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,