What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 11:09
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“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”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
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I'll see you when I get there,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
How is a narcissist likely to handle situations when confronted with hard truths about themselves?
The other one don't understand me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
What is the happy reality of our generation?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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'”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If it ain't
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
How do people develop stage 4 cancer without noticing until it’s too late?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
What does life mean without death?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I seen it all in my short life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
What is world history that not many people know about?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Why do many Hong Kong Chinese look different from the Han Chinese in mainland China?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Me and my peeps is all trife
If it ain't
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“…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,
“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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I never knew my life mattered”
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Soldier with the gas-mask
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Movin objects mentally
I do it once, I do it twice,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?