What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 12:59
“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”
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why are men today so pussiefied?
The other one don't understand me,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
What do you do when you are struggling to fall asleep?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
How do I convince flat earthers that the earth is round?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Why do creationists ask for proof of evolution and then ignore the answers?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
What has been your best sexual experience?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Soldier with the gas-mask
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I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Can relationship issues cause depression?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do it once, I do it twice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
What does life mean without death?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
No smile is genuine or real,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I never knew my life mattered”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
Movin objects mentally
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Three months later we run our own caper,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Mothership alien sorceress
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I seen it all in my short life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Me and my peeps is all trife
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“…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”
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't