What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 02:11
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I'll see you when I get there,
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My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I seen it all in my short life
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Soldier with the gas-mask
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What are women's true thoughts and feelings on bestiality?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Know your enemies
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
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Laser weapons and ecstasy
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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Dead astronauts, pyramids
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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”
Movin objects mentally
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
No smile is genuine or real,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“…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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If it ain't
“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'”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“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”
What does life mean without death?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
If it ain't
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I never knew my life mattered”
The other one don't understand me,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Mothership alien sorceress
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“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,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who designed our DNA structure?
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,