What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 00:10
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
“…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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Who designed our DNA structure?
Why is it so hard to date nowadays?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Mothership alien sorceress
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Is the media protecting Kamala Harris?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Are you able to lie, even though you have Aspergers?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Can I study a master’s in travel and tourism in Sweden within a budget of 5 lakhs INR?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Movin objects mentally
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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'”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
What does life mean without death?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I seen it all in my short life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll see you when I get there,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
The other one don't understand me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I never knew my life mattered”
Gangbangers that spit slang
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Know your enemies
No smile is genuine or real,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through