What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 02:53
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
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What caused the decline of the Soprano crew?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Why do narcissist move on so easily?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
“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”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why does the God of the Bible condemn homosexual acts?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
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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?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Is the Shia claim true that Imam Ali was born inside the Kaaba?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“…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”
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
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“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”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
No smile is genuine or real,
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Reveal alien tribal culture,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Why am I sweating so much when I try to do anything?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
How can I remove decimals in math?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
If it ain't
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Me and my peeps is all trife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I'll see you when I get there,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I never knew my life mattered”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The other one don't understand me,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Know your enemies
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I do it once, I do it twice,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Soldier with the gas-mask
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
“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'”
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Who designed our DNA structure?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If it ain't
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
“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”
Movin objects mentally
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,