What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 00:48
Me and my peeps is all trife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
While emptying a house, have you ever seen something in it that blew your mind?
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
How do women feel when they are in love?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Has a psychic ever made a crazy prediction that turned out to be true?
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Do people really have sex with animals?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
As a teacher, what's the most inappropriate experience you've had with a student?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If it ain't
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The other one don't understand me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Know your enemies
Mothership alien sorceress
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Soldier with the gas-mask
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I never knew my life mattered”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'll see you when I get there,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I seen it all in my short life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
No smile is genuine or real,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“…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”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I do it once, I do it twice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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 do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Movin objects mentally
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,