What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 29.06.2025 04:10
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
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My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
When did you realize that your childhood was not normal?
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Mothership alien sorceress
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
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Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The other one don't understand me,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
No smile is genuine or real,
I'll see you when I get there,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
“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”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What does life mean without death?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Me and my peeps is all trife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Movin objects mentally
I never knew my life mattered”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
If it ain't
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“…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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I seen it all in my short life
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“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'”
Gangbangers that spit slang
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”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Know your enemies
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
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