What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:09
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?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why am I attracted to older men?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
No smile is genuine or real,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I never knew my life mattered”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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'”
Know your enemies
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“…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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
The other one don't understand me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
If it ain't
Who designed our DNA structure?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Movin objects mentally
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,