What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 28.06.2025 02:01
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The other one don't understand me,
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We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
What do bad boys know that nice guys don't?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
What can I say to a scammer who thinks he loves me, but I don't want to be scammed?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
What does life mean without death?
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Do you think the number of sissies is on the rise?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
If it ain't
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
What is your review of Hartley`s High School, Kolkata?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
What happens when you get sick in a country with universal healthcare? What's the process like?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Know your enemies
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“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Three months later we run our own caper,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do it once, I do it twice,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
“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'”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I seen it all in my short life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I never knew my life mattered”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Movin objects mentally
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“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”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
No smile is genuine or real,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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“…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 think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll see you when I get there,
“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”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Mothership alien sorceress
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If it ain't
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe