What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 03:36
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I never knew my life mattered”
Who designed our DNA structure?
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
How do empaths destroy narcissists?
The other one don't understand me,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Why do some people tell the girl I like that I don’t like her when I do like her?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I seen it all in my short life
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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“…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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Why do Democrats never produce a good argument for why Trump was a bad president?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I'll see you when I get there,
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Is it sinful for Christians to look at beautiful women?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Why do men suck dick? Me, I can't get enough
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Gangbangers that spit slang
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Movin objects mentally
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Me and my peeps is all trife
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Know your enemies
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do it once, I do it twice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“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”
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If it ain't
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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'”
“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”
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
What does life mean without death?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Three months later we run our own caper,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,