What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 01:53
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Why is it easy to make money in the USA?
“…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 pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Is it ethical for same-sex couples to raise children?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
“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'”
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“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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Do married men like sucking dick?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Steelers TE wants no part of Jonnu Smith trade - Behind the Steel Curtain
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Know your enemies
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
No smile is genuine or real,
“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”
I never knew my life mattered”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I seen it all in my short life
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
Me and my peeps is all trife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
The other one don't understand me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll see you when I get there,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
What does life mean without death?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“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 you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,