What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 02:12
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Who designed our DNA structure?
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Is there anything you did that you regret? If so, what is it, and why?
“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”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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If it ain't
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What is a good comeback for when someone calls you flat?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“…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 Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Mothership alien sorceress
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Me and my peeps is all trife
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I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
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I seen it all in my short life
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Can you share the entire summary of your spiritual life?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I do it once, I do it twice,
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I never knew my life mattered”
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Know your enemies
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Soldier with the gas-mask
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Three months later we run our own caper,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
If it ain't
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
What does life mean without death?
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
“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”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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'”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”