What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 00:56
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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?”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Do married men like sucking dick?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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”
Mothership alien sorceress
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Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Can supporters of gun control explain the purpose behind a gun registry?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
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I'll see you when I get there,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
How do you write a letter to your uncle who sent you money for your birthday outfit?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
I never knew my life mattered”
Who designed our DNA structure?
What is the best way to keep my vagina clean and fresh?
Know your enemies
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Movin objects mentally
How do you know if your husband loves you truly and deeply?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Why do liberals refuse to define what a woman is and what does that mean for the future of feminism?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The other one don't understand me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I seen it all in my short life
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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'”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“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”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“…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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
What does life mean without death?