What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 04:32
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Does CloudFlare protect blackhat sites from DDOS attacks?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
How can I easily get rid of my writers block?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why does my crush make me jealous about having a girlfriend?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Why does it matter so much to atheists that God doesn't exist?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
What are some good Caribbean islands to travel to with friends or family? Why?
Gangbangers that spit slang
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
If it ain't
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Me and my peeps is all trife
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Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Can being annoyed be a sign of getting angry?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Does a person with schizophrenia hear voices?
“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”
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Movin objects mentally
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I never knew my life mattered”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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'”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The other one don't understand me,
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?”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I seen it all in my short life
Reveal alien tribal culture,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
What does life mean without death?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
No smile is genuine or real,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“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”
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”
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
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
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Know your enemies
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,