What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 00:37
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why do I feel worthless most of the time?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“…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”
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Movin objects mentally
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'll see you when I get there,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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'”
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If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Do happily married husbands cheat?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What does life mean without death?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Gangbangers that spit slang
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“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”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Know your enemies
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Mothership alien sorceress
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I never knew my life mattered”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”