What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 08:53
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why don't people like Nickelback?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why is the world male-dominated?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What should I do if I love a girl and she apparently doesn't love me?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Who is the most trusted person in your life, and do they have the same trust on you?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I never knew my life mattered”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust 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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Can a cop pull you over walking home asking why you are out so late?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I seen it all in my short life
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Movin objects mentally
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why do Muslims invade Western society?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why do liberals think it is okay to steal votes while the rest of us obey the law(s)?
What does life mean without death?
I'll see you when I get there,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Who designed our DNA structure?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Know your enemies
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Mothership alien sorceress
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If it ain't
“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”
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“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 concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I do it once, I do it twice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,