What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 08:05
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I seen it all in my short life
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
If it ain't
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
What is it like to have an insanely beautiful girlfriend?
“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”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I never knew my life mattered”
I can not sleep. what is the problem?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
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My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Why do flat Earthers exist? Why can’t I see the Sun at night? Is it because Earth is not flat?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“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”
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“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
What does it mean if someone asks if it’s pink?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
The other one don't understand me,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
What does life mean without death?
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
No smile is genuine or real,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Three months later we run our own caper,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Who designed our DNA structure?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I do it once, I do it twice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Movin objects mentally
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“…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”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Know your enemies
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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'”
I'll see you when I get there,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Me and my peeps is all trife
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,