What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 05:51
Movin objects mentally
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Astronomers discover most powerful cosmic explosions since the Big Bang - Space
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Is it possible to revive a dead person in real life with black magic?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
How can you maintain self-control?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Why do I get spun and then want big fat cocks to suck?
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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What does life mean without death?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I never knew my life mattered”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'll see you when I get there,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Mothership alien sorceress
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
No smile is genuine or real,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Dead astronauts, pyramids
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“…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”