What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 14:45
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
What is the sum of X+XX+XXX+XXXX?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Is the Philippines PH a poor 3rd world or 4th world country forever and forever?
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Laser weapons and ecstasy
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
How did you respond to, "Why do you love me"?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Why do some straight men like to suck dick but don't find other males attractive?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
How has your life changed since starting college?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
The other one don't understand me,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Know your enemies
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“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 funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I never knew my life mattered”
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
No smile is genuine or real,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
I'll see you when I get there,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Gangbangers that spit slang
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
“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 the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Movin objects mentally
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If it ain't
Soldier with the gas-mask
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
If it ain't
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
What does life mean without death?
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“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”
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 look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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”
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I do it once, I do it twice,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Who designed our DNA structure?
I seen it all in my short life
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Mothership alien sorceress
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
“…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”
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',