What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 11:20
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
The other one don't understand me,
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Know your enemies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do Indian guys love Russian girls?
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
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“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'”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
How can you maintain self-control?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why are black people seen as scary or a threat to some people?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
How can someone effectively handle a targeted individual?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Have you ever accidentally seen your mother-in-law doing something that was private to her?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I seen it all in my short life
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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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Movin objects mentally
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Me and my peeps is all trife
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll see you when I get there,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,
Mothership alien sorceress
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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 wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,