What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 00:17
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Can you make a fake K-pop group? It can be with any idols.
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Why do some women squirt and some don't?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
What was your embarrassing moment in front of your father-in-law as an Indian daughter-in-law?
Who designed our DNA structure?
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
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“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Movin objects mentally
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
I never knew my life mattered”
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Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
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Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
If it ain't
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And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Can you tell me something about yourself?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Why do a lot of autistic people not know how to style their hair?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
Gangbangers that spit slang
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
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a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
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Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Know your enemies
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
“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”
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
If it ain't
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
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
“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”
Me and my peeps is all trife
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
No smile is genuine or real,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
Mothership alien sorceress
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
I seen it all in my short life
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Three months later we run our own caper,
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
“…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”
“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,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The other one don't understand me,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
What does life mean without death?
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“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'll see you when I get there,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
“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 do it once, I do it twice,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Until we realized how to get the real money;
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Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,