What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:58
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
What would have happened if Shin was a good movie instead of a bad one?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I seen it all in my short life
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why did my ex-narcissist move so fast with his new supply marriage engagement moving in, etc.?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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No smile is genuine or real,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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'”
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Do girls ever miss their first love?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
What transforms the philosophical intellect?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I never knew my life mattered”
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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”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Movin objects mentally
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why do Democrats call any Republican "Magats", like they are subhuman?
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
What does life mean without death?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Soldier with the gas-mask
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do it once, I do it twice,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
If it ain't
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Mothership alien sorceress
“…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”
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
The other one don't understand me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll see you when I get there,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Know your enemies
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Me and my peeps is all trife