What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 11:50
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I never knew my life mattered”
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
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“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”
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
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Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I do it once, I do it twice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Why do so many autistic adults deal with self-hatred?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
The other one don't understand me,
Why is my ex still keeping in touch with me even though she dumped me?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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?”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Why does my crush make me jealous about having a girlfriend?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
What does life mean without death?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I'll see you when I get there,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Gangbangers that spit slang
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Movin objects mentally
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Mothership alien sorceress
Who designed our DNA structure?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Soldier with the gas-mask
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Know your enemies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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'”
No smile is genuine or real,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
“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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
I seen it all in my short life
“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,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“…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”