What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 09:26
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
How do you know if your husband loves you truly and deeply?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What caused the decline of the Soprano crew?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I never knew my life mattered”
I'll see you when I get there,
Why have Indian girls almost stopped wearing sarees?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
What are the pros and cons of living in Male, Maldives?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If it ain't
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who designed our DNA structure?
What are 5 ways that can be done by the community to improve the public transport system?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What is the worst thing your sibling has done?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Have you ever dealt with a Christian narcissist?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“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”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Movin objects mentally
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Mothership alien sorceress
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I seen it all in my short life
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What does life mean without death?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“…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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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'”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The other one don't understand me,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
No smile is genuine or real,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?