What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 01:23
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Do very hot men ever feel attracted to an ugly woman? Why?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Know your enemies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The other one don't understand me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
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Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Movin objects mentally
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Why is it so hard to date nowadays?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I never knew my life mattered”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
No smile is genuine or real,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Mothership alien sorceress
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If it ain't
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who designed our DNA structure?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Me and my peeps is all trife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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'll see you when I get there,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“…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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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'”