What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 12:07

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