What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 19:43
I never knew my life mattered”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Why do almost all the girls on Quora look beautiful?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
How does growing up in chaos affect a child as they become an adult?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Why do I want to suck cock, after smoking methamphetamine?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Mothership alien sorceress
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Who designed our DNA structure?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
The other one don't understand me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
What does life mean without death?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If it ain't
I'll see you when I get there,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
No smile is genuine or real,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
“…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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I seen it all in my short life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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'”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,