What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 07:32
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
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Know your enemies
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Me and my peeps is all trife
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
What is the scariest thing that ever happened in your life?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What is the impact of being stereotyped as poor on an individual's life? How does it make them feel?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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I'll see you when I get there,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Why do Muslims not get HIV/AIDS in spite of having 4 wives and multiple relationships?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Can you provide some examples of music with a free form structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I seen it all in my short life
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
No smile is genuine or real,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
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If it ain't
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Mothership alien sorceress
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“…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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What does life mean without death?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
“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 never knew my life mattered”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Who designed our DNA structure?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Movin objects mentally
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The other one don't understand me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,