What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 01:18
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Why do people have polyamorous relationships?
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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The other one don't understand me,
Have you ever had a bad gut feeling about someone and it was right?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who would win in this boxing matchup between these two, Dillian Whyte or Samuel Peter?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
How do you get started in bestiality with a dog as a male?
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I seen it all in my short life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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Movin objects mentally
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I never knew my life mattered”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love 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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Know your enemies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Gangbangers that spit slang
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll see you when I get there,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Mothership alien sorceress
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
No smile is genuine or real,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What does life mean without death?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century