What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 01:37
“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”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How do we write and pronounce "it's my pleasure" in Italian?
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Vikings are worried about J.J. McCarthy (if you ignore everything they've said) - The Viking Age
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I seen it all in my short life
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I want to have anal sex, but my wife refuses. What do I do?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Which race of women are the hottest?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
The other one don't understand me,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Me and my peeps is all trife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Movin objects mentally
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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 family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
No smile is genuine or real,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…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”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'll see you when I get there,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Three months later we run our own caper,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,