What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 03:33
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Does a person with schizophrenia hear voices?
Laser weapons and ecstasy
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
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If it ain't
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
How would you feel if your girlfriend had dick pics on her phone?
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
What is a fun psychological trick to try on someone?
If it ain't
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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“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”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I seen it all in my short life
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
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Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Mothership alien sorceress
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
No smile is genuine or real,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
I never knew my life mattered”
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“…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”
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Movin objects mentally
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“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'”
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Gangbangers that spit slang
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
“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”
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
I'll see you when I get there,
The other one don't understand me,
Know your enemies
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,