What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 15:00
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Soldier with the gas-mask
Why is there so much evil in the world?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why does he text me first but when I never text first he gets mad?
“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”
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“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'll see you when I get there,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
How do I rat my boss out for serial cheating on his wife?
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Movin objects mentally
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I seen it all in my short life
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
If it ain't
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I do it once, I do it twice,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Mothership alien sorceress
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Me and my peeps is all trife
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I never knew my life mattered”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Know your enemies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The other one don't understand me,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“…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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
No smile is genuine or real,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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'”
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,