What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
08.06.2025 16:02
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
“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'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
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The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
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If it ain't
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Why are black people harassed more by police officers?
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
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With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
What are the causes of over sweating?
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
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Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Mothership alien sorceress
If it ain't
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If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
What do all Indian parents have in common?
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
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I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Do leftists understand why young men are becoming more right-wing?
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“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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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Who designed our DNA structure?
“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 got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
I'll see you when I get there,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
I seen it all in my short life
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Reveal alien tribal culture,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Know your enemies
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
“…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 never knew my life mattered”
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
“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”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Three months later we run our own caper,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
“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'”
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
What does life mean without death?
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Gangbangers that spit slang
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
The other one don't understand me,
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Movin objects mentally
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Soldier with the gas-mask
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
No smile is genuine or real,
I do it once, I do it twice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it