What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 05:26
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
If it ain't
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Have you ever lied to your family? What were the circumstances?
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
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If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
No smile is genuine or real,
Three months later we run our own caper,
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Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
What melts your heart every time without fail?
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
The other one don't understand me,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
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High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Atheists who have read the Bible and think that contains immoral things, why do you assume that?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
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We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
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”
Gangbangers that spit slang
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“…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”
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
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So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
“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”
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“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”
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
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
Dead astronauts, pyramids
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Movin objects mentally
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I seen it all in my short life
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
“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”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I never knew my life mattered”
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
I do it once, I do it twice,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
What does life mean without death?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Know your enemies
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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'”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Who designed our DNA structure?
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,