What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 01:35
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
What does life mean without death?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
How did you become popular in school?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“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”
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
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Know your enemies
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I'll see you when I get there,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Mothership alien sorceress
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Which is the worst Bollywood movie you have ever seen and why?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“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”
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Why do our deceased do not protect us from other bad spirits?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If it ain't
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“…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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
No smile is genuine or real,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Me and my peeps is all trife
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Movin objects mentally
I seen it all in my short life
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Soldier with the gas-mask
Reveal alien tribal culture,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If it ain't
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“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'”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Three months later we run our own caper,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I never knew my life mattered”
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
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The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,