What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 00:40
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Is there a correlation between being a medium and mental health?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
If it ain't
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I never knew my life mattered”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“…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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Is it wrong of me to feel uncomfortable that my friend thinks my brother is hot?
“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 spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why do companies cull employees during financial downturns without saying so?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Have you ever followed through being bi-curious?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
How do I find a transgender girlfriend?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Movin objects mentally
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“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”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
The other one don't understand me,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Know your enemies
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Mothership alien sorceress
Three months later we run our own caper,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I do it once, I do it twice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I seen it all in my short life