What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 10:06
Gangbangers that spit slang
No smile is genuine or real,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
If it ain't
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Know your enemies
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Can relationship issues cause depression?
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
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Mothership alien sorceress
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
How can I remove decimals in math?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I never knew my life mattered”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What does life mean without death?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“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 there's steak with the beans and rice,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If it ain't
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I do it once, I do it twice,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I seen it all in my short life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
The other one don't understand me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Movin objects mentally
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I'll see you when I get there,
“…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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Until we realized how to get the real money;