What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
10.06.2025 06:22
The other one don't understand me,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Can you name a song with the word 'why' in it?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Where can Ukrainians go if they cannot have shelter and heating this winter?
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
I'll see you when I get there,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Is it wrong of me to feel uncomfortable that my friend thinks my brother is hot?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What does life mean without death?
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Why is my ex trying to provoke an argument with me?
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
If it ain't
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Do you want to have an XXX chat?
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Who designed our DNA structure?
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But there's no dollars for nothin else,
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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“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'”
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
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“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”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
“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
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Reveal alien tribal culture,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I do it once, I do it twice,
“…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”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Gangbangers that spit slang
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
I seen it all in my short life
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
No smile is genuine or real,
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
Know your enemies
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Movin objects mentally
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Soldier with the gas-mask
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“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”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Mothership alien sorceress
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I never knew my life mattered”
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Three months later we run our own caper,
“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”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
If it ain't
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,