What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 01:28
If it ain't
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Movin objects mentally
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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My sister's cute but she got no gear,
What does life mean without death?
“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”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why am I attracted to older men?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
The other one don't understand me,
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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'”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I seen it all in my short life
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Three months later we run our own caper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I never knew my life mattered”
Gangbangers that spit slang
“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,
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Know your enemies
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“…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”
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
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
No smile is genuine or real,