What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 07:44
Movin objects mentally
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Until we realized how to get the real money;
The other one don't understand me,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Does a person with schizophrenia hear voices?
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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”
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who designed our DNA structure?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“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'”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“…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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Mothership alien sorceress
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What does life mean without death?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I seen it all in my short life
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I never knew my life mattered”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it