What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 08:20
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Do you consider masturbating to porn cheating if you are married?
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My ex moved on so fast. How can I overcome the pain?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I'll see you when I get there,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“…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 never knew my life mattered”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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”
Is it possible to achieve spiritual enlightenment while being in a romantic relationship?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Has anyone ever really waited that long and gotten a paper check mailed 20 days ago?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Can you list every album you have ever listened to?
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What is the most interesting question you can ask to get to know someone?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Soldier with the gas-mask
No smile is genuine or real,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“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'”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I seen it all in my short life
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Know your enemies
If it ain't
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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 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
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
What does life mean without death?
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Me and my peeps is all trife
Movin objects mentally
The other one don't understand me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,