What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 05:33
Three months later we run our own caper,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who designed our DNA structure?
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
How do I deal with autistic burnout/meltdown/shutdown when cooking?
“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
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What does life mean without death?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Until we realized how to get the real money;
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“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'”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My friend asked my crush and he said my crush hates me but not in a rude way. What does that mean?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
What was your worst experience while living with roommates?
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Movin objects mentally
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Soldier with the gas-mask
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Know your enemies
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
No smile is genuine or real,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
If it ain't
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Mothership alien sorceress
Gangbangers that spit slang
The other one don't understand me,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
If it ain't
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I seen it all in my short life
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like