What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 11:26
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
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Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Movin objects mentally
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What should I do if I love someone who does not love me?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“…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”
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If it ain't
I never knew my life mattered”
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Me and my peeps is all trife
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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”
“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'”
Why is my Whirlpool fridge not cooling but the freezer works? What is the solution?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
The other one don't understand me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Reveal alien tribal culture,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Mothership alien sorceress
Know your enemies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”