What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 02:40
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
How do you know when someone really loves you?
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Know your enemies
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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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
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
What happens to single guys when they get older?
Mothership alien sorceress
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I never knew my life mattered”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
“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”
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
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The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“…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”
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The other one don't understand me,
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Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
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I seen it all in my short life
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Was Michael Jackson really an innocent person?
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
I'll see you when I get there,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“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”
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
“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”
No smile is genuine or real,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
What does life mean without death?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Movin objects mentally
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
“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'”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Soldier with the gas-mask
If it ain't
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
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?”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If it ain't
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Gangbangers that spit slang
Who designed our DNA structure?
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I do it once, I do it twice,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,