What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 09:17
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
How do you stop your balls from sweating?
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I seen it all in my short life
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Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
If it ain't
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Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Why do we exist, and why are we conscious?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'll see you when I get there,
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Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What does it mean if someone asks if it’s pink?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
If it ain't
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
“…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”
“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'”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I never knew my life mattered”
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Movin objects mentally
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Three months later we run our own caper,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
What does life mean without death?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
“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”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
The other one don't understand me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Know your enemies
Mothership alien sorceress
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,