What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 06:03

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