What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 30.06.2025 01:02
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What does life mean without death?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Three months later we run our own caper,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
How do I study with focus and concentration and avoid distractions and procrastination?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What caused North Korea to go poor when at first it was rich?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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Movin objects mentally
If it ain't
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“…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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I seen it all in my short life
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Who designed our DNA structure?
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
The other one don't understand me,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“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 mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Mothership alien sorceress
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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 never knew my life mattered”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Know your enemies
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Gangbangers that spit slang
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you