What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 02:27
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why do people love to live alone in a house?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The other one don't understand me,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
I never knew my life mattered”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
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“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I do it once, I do it twice,
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Mothership alien sorceress
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Movin objects mentally
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
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My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Soldier with the gas-mask
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
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I seen it all in my short life
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Which country do you recommend for me to live in, England, the USA, Italy, Spanish, or Austria?
Three months later we run our own caper,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
“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”
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
What does life mean without death?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
“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”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll see you when I get there,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
No smile is genuine or real,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
“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 sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“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”
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
If it ain't
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Gangbangers that spit slang
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“…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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
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The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Who designed our DNA structure?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“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”
Know your enemies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”