What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 06:45
“…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”
If it ain't
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Know your enemies
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Mothership alien sorceress
I seen it all in my short life
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
No smile is genuine or real,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Why did the American's mulberry harbor not hold up after D-Day?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Is the Democrat party connected with organized crime in America?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
Have you ever had sex with your female cousin? How did it start?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What is the best way to get my wife to become a hotwife?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I do it once, I do it twice,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Soldier with the gas-mask
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“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”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The other one don't understand me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll see you when I get there,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'”
I never knew my life mattered”
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Movin objects mentally
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose