What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 18:58
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“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'”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I seen it all in my short life
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What was your best unexpected reunion with your childhood best friend?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
What legal actions can be taken if a neighbor's unleashed dog causes harm or injury?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“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”
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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I do it once, I do it twice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Know your enemies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The other one don't understand me,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
No smile is genuine or real,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“…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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Movin objects mentally
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I never knew my life mattered”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Mothership alien sorceress
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,