What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 03:27
Me and my peeps is all trife
Mothership alien sorceress
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
What do you do to make yourself sleep early?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What does life mean without death?
What is the most gay experience with your dad?
Know your enemies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
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Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch 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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll see you when I get there,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I never knew my life mattered”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If it ain't
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
No smile is genuine or real,
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,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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 sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
The other one don't understand me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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'”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Gangbangers that spit slang
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife