What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
16.06.2025 00:02

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