What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 02:34
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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”
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
How does a 45-year-old man get a girlfriend?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Movin objects mentally
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Why was the rock band Kiss so successful?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The other one don't understand me,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Why is my ex trying to provoke an argument with me?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What is your best forbidden sex story that felt so right?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I do it once, I do it twice,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Why am I so tired of the keto diet?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If it ain't
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Mothership alien sorceress
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Gangbangers that spit slang
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
If it ain't
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
What does life mean without death?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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'”
“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 wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Soldier with the gas-mask
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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