What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
13.06.2025 05:50
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Do women like men who have slept with many women?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Movin objects mentally
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
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If it ain't
Me and my peeps is all trife
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Three months later we run our own caper,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
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“The very next day while I'm off to class,
I never knew my life mattered”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
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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”
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
What does it mean to you to live a life that reflects biblical values?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Gangbangers that spit slang
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Why did Obito, a supposed "bad person," do good things for Kakashi?
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
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“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
What does life mean without death?
What are some things that normal people do that religious people call sins?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“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”
If it ain't
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“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”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Soldier with the gas-mask
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I seen it all in my short life
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
I do it once, I do it twice,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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 sister's cute but she got no gear,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
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Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“…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 got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Know your enemies
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Mothership alien sorceress
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'll see you when I get there,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
The other one don't understand me,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Reveal alien tribal culture,
“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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions