What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:29
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
What is it like to have an insanely beautiful girlfriend?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What was your best revenge story?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
What is one thing nice you did for someone today or something they did for you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Which type of physical cable has fastest transmission speed?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Movin objects mentally
“…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”
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I never knew my life mattered”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
What are mean nicknames to call my sister? She is always so mean to me.
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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Three months later we run our own caper,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
If my lovely sister sleeps with my boyfriend, what should I do about her?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do doctors refuse HRT to menopausal women but hand them out to trans people?
Gangbangers that spit slang
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The other one don't understand me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Mothership alien sorceress
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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 don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I'll see you when I get there,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry 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
“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'”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
If it ain't
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
No smile is genuine or real,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Know your enemies
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I seen it all in my short life
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
What does life mean without death?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like