What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:00
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Know your enemies
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Gangbangers that spit slang
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why don’t the little sugar breeches gun owners understand that life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I seen it all in my short life
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
What's your favorite stupid joke?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Why do men like low maintenance women?
Who designed our DNA structure?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I want to have anal sex, but my wife refuses. What do I do?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Movin objects mentally
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll see you when I get there,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
The other one don't understand me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Three months later we run our own caper,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
If it ain't
“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 made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
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No smile is genuine or real,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
What does life mean without death?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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'”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Mothership alien sorceress
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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 never knew my life mattered”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,