What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:35
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
No smile is genuine or real,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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Who designed our DNA structure?
Me and my peeps is all trife
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
How good do you sing and how do you know this?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'll see you when I get there,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If it ain't
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What does life mean without death?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
“…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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Three months later we run our own caper,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
The other one don't understand me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Movin objects mentally
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Mothership alien sorceress
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,