What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:59
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Movin objects mentally
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
If it ain't
Know your enemies
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“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
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
What was the worst spanking you ever got? Why did you get it, and how was it given to you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Do you believe that Jesus was God on Earth?
Me and my peeps is all trife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll see you when I get there,
Are landlords allowed to make unreasonable requests?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Three months later we run our own caper,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
No smile is genuine or real,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Who designed our DNA structure?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
What does life mean without death?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Mothership alien sorceress
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I never knew my life mattered”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“…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”
“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'”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?