What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 00:28
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
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I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I seen it all in my short life
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Are evolutionists giving evolution a bad name by claiming humans started off as shrews?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I do it once, I do it twice,
“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”
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Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Me and my peeps is all trife
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
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Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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“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”
If it ain't
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
What is the best way to end a relationship with someone who has future plans with you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“…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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Movin objects mentally
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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'll see you when I get there,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
The other one don't understand me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
No smile is genuine or real,
Know your enemies
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I never knew my life mattered”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Mothership alien sorceress
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“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”
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What does life mean without death?