What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
11.06.2025 23:47
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
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Who designed our DNA structure?
If it ain't
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
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Me and my peeps is all trife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
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My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why after 50 years of being straight do I constantly desire to suck cock?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
“…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”
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
Know your enemies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
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I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
What does it mean if you dream your dad died?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
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When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
“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”
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Mothership alien sorceress
Three months later we run our own caper,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“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”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
What does life mean without death?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“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”
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
No smile is genuine or real,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll see you when I get there,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
I seen it all in my short life
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Soldier with the gas-mask
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“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”
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
I never knew my life mattered”
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The other one don't understand 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'”
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife