What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 14:56
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
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What does life mean without death?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
“…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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Why do narcissists avoid talking about the real issues?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Mothership alien sorceress
What are some sad truths about life?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What type of narcissist cheats more and gets pleasure out of hurting you, even if they're married?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Have you ever seen a woman having sex with a dog?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What is the STAR interview method?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I seen it all in my short life
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
No smile is genuine or real,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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'”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna 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
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Me and my peeps is all trife
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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”
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I'll see you when I get there,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Movin objects mentally
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Know your enemies
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,