What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
12.06.2025 03:30
No smile is genuine or real,
“…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 seen it all in my short life
Is the Philippines PH a poor 3rd world or 4th world country forever and forever?
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Why do people still think Michael Jackson was guilty?
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
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Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
I'll see you when I get there,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
“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 moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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'”
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I do it once, I do it twice,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Mothership alien sorceress
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
The other one don't understand me,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
What does life mean without death?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
“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”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I never knew my life mattered”
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Soldier with the gas-mask
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gangbangers that spit slang
Movin objects mentally
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Me and my peeps is all trife
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
“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”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
If it ain't
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues