What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
15.06.2025 05:21
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
No smile is genuine or real,
I do it once, I do it twice,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Know your enemies
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Is it sinful for Christians to look at beautiful women?
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Why do narcissists avoid talking about the real issues?
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
What would be the lowest score with 9 strikes and no gutter balls?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Movin objects mentally
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I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
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Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
If white people had been slaves, would WLM be a thing right now?
If it ain't
Three months later we run our own caper,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Have you ever had a secret crush on anyone?
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
I seen it all in my short life
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Why do men think all women are the same?
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
“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”
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
“…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 spit like Muhammad to Moses,
“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'”
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
If it ain't
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
I'll see you when I get there,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The other one don't understand me,
“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”
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Until we realized how to get the real money;
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Who designed our DNA structure?
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
What does life mean without death?
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
I never knew my life mattered”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Gangbangers that spit slang
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Mothership alien sorceress
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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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