What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
07.06.2025 23:59
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I'll see you when I get there,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
How can MeTV Toons compete with other national broadcast TV networks?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“…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”
I seen it all in my short life
Have you ever answered your door in lingerie?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What was your first trans experience like?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If it ain't
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gangbangers that spit slang
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Were knights’ lances practical weapons, or were they just for sports?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What thing happened to you as a child that you haven’t let go of to this day?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Movin objects mentally
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Me and my peeps is all trife
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Mothership alien sorceress
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What does life mean without death?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Know your enemies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
The other one don't understand me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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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