What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:37
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Three months later we run our own caper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I seen it all in my short life
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Movin objects mentally
Do guys ever want to suck a dick even though they are straight?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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'”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Did Obito ever fully redeem himself in everyone's eyes?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What does life mean without death?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Gangbangers that spit slang
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Me and my peeps is all trife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
No smile is genuine or real,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The other one don't understand me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I do it once, I do it twice,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Mothership alien sorceress
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,