What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 23:40
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When do you feel most peaceful ever?
Know your enemies
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I never knew my life mattered”
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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'”
The other one don't understand me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Can you turn 150 pages into a 5 minute presentation before a meeting?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
What are the best examples of reverse psychology?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why didn't my ex fight for our relationship? He gave up so easily.
Mothership alien sorceress
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
What does life mean without death?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Movin objects mentally
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll see you when I get there,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I seen it all in my short life
“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”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
- 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”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',