What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 00:49
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
No smile is genuine or real,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
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It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'll see you when I get there,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
What are the extra benefits of a smart TV?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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,
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
What does life mean without death?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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'”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Movin objects mentally
Mothership alien sorceress
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I never knew my life mattered”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The other one don't understand me,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“…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”
I seen it all in my short life