What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:15
I seen it all in my short life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
How far does good behavior take you in a prison?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What is the impact of being stereotyped as poor on an individual's life? How does it make them feel?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why cant I stop thinking about counsellor between sessions?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
In the last 500 years, have there been civilizations whose cruelty matched that of Nazi Germany?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“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”
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Movin objects mentally
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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'”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“…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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What does life mean without death?
If it ain't
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I never knew my life mattered”
If it ain't
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Know your enemies
Mothership alien sorceress
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gangbangers that spit slang
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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'll see you when I get there,
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